How can I ever forget?
You tell me forgiving begets forgetting.
Easier said than done.
I nurse my hurts and keep them close,
like treasured souvenirs.
Pry open my fists and force them loose.
It is time to move on,
even though I'm afraid of the road ahead,
what it looks like
without the distraction of old wounds.
You will have to push me.
You will have to help me see without distrust,
as a newborn sees.
The world is going to look different.
I am ready to envision it.
Maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.