forgiveness looks so tender, with soft eyes and gentle hands; her voice sounds like a lullaby after a slew of sleepless nights. she offers mercy to the merciless and sutures her own wounds without closure, without apologies, without vengeance. for the longest time, her remission repulsed me – i misconstrued her resiliency for compliance. i condemned her for how mildly she attained peace, when what she truly deserves is applause for seizing peace at all.
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