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#‎Day6_Forgiving‬

She fills the room with her glow
Her narrow smile
So precise
Just enough to have you wanting more
She keeps a posture
Even when it's just the two of us
She is composed
Calm and collected
I often feel we've just met
For when she stares at me
Is as though she is looking through me
Reaches for an embrace
As I creep closer to her
We lock in glance
Her bright eyes turn teary
Her dimply cheeks glistened by the stream
Flowing down from her already reddening eyes
I offer her comfort
Wipe her face and hush her to sleep
I stopStare at the empty ceiling as I recall her story
Her pain
Her strain that she tries to mask away by her wardrobe wits
Pain of her childhood ordeal
Of how she had to be a woman to her father
Of how her peers looked at her with disgust
Laying blame on her for not being a model
A role model to her younger siblings
But to all of this she chose to be meek
Always keeping a smile on her pretty face
Forgiving all of them
Even though she knew nothing about forgiveness
For to her what is a life where everyone blames her!
For being her!
Her past crawls back to her
Through the one person she revered
Placed on a platter for being humane
Her very first companion
Who mistreats her and abuses her femininityAgain
She forgives yet again and swears never
Never to fall prey to any man
So she swore to be alone
But not too long after the inhumane act
Her supervisor and friend made advances at her
She sticks to her newfound principle
But the moron won't take no from her
She's left dejected, tired of her life
For what is she worth!
Every man in her life sees her as an object
A means to an end
She forgives all of them
But cannot forgive herself
She opts for the worst
To give up
To let go
To end it all!
Only to fall off the stool too early
To her baby brother that was meant as a joke
To have her fall off on sitting!

So yet again her plans thwarted by a man
A youngman
Her baby brother
An innocent lad
She forgives herself
And allows herself to love again
To share her beauty with someone
That someone is forgiveness
Forgiveness that will always be by her
To keep her warm
To embrace her
To remind her of how beautiful she is
How much she means to both of them!
Forgive and live free

©Krv_030616
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