Forgive

It's strange to me, the hate some sow.

Toward people whom they really do not know.

Am I not human, allowed to be imperfect?

Rushing tides of criticism of which I am the subject.

I seek to be truthful and know that it may cost me.

If you expect me to understand your judgement...I'll admit that you've lost me.

I open up to the world, in attempt to create inner healing.

When judgement turns to personal attacks, the hurt just sends me reeling.

I refuse to let them get me down and walk away defeated.

I'll soldier on, ignore the hate and know that my forgiveness is needed.

They know not how they hurt me, but words will not spill blood.

So I'll forgive the judgement, hate and slinging of their mud.

I forgive you.