Forgiving You, Forgiving Me

Everyone was once as vulnerable. I was reminded of that feeling. Of a juvenile memory, slowly waking up and reliving that deep cut of hatred and distress. The pain piercing the core of your essence and heaves you into a bottomless abyss of depletion. You could've avenged yourself but no, apart from being powerless, you know it will never do any good.

Nothing has changed. Or perhaps something has changed, but not much. What you see and what I see, differently of a seemingly exact same thing. Everything's different and yet the same.

I want to forgive as much as I want the wounds to heal.