My mind dances
Oct. 8th, 2002 09:43 pmAngi came over. She was smiling, but there was tension in her face. I saw her eyes and they were not happy, despite the meager excitement in her voice.
I found within myself that, through all this time, I don't think I had fully forgiven her. Now, now I believe I can say that I have, and I feel better.
She was, she is my sister, doesn't matter if it's not blood. She hurt Mom, she hurt the one that I can barely stand to see hurt in any way, so I held it in. I denied the fact that I'd been hurt, that I harbored a sliver of hatred against her. Now, i believe I've seen myself face-to-face. Now I have forgiven, and . . . and forgotten. I know what she has done, I know it hurt Mom, but, but now I see that she hurt herself as well. She's bleeding slowly and needs to rouse herself to stop the blood. I need to help, even in little ways, I just left her with the knife dug deep within her, I saw it and turned away, I didn't lift a finger. Though that has changed, I will help to dress the wound, even if it is just by bringing gauze.
I found within myself that, through all this time, I don't think I had fully forgiven her. Now, now I believe I can say that I have, and I feel better.
She was, she is my sister, doesn't matter if it's not blood. She hurt Mom, she hurt the one that I can barely stand to see hurt in any way, so I held it in. I denied the fact that I'd been hurt, that I harbored a sliver of hatred against her. Now, i believe I've seen myself face-to-face. Now I have forgiven, and . . . and forgotten. I know what she has done, I know it hurt Mom, but, but now I see that she hurt herself as well. She's bleeding slowly and needs to rouse herself to stop the blood. I need to help, even in little ways, I just left her with the knife dug deep within her, I saw it and turned away, I didn't lift a finger. Though that has changed, I will help to dress the wound, even if it is just by bringing gauze.