My Forgiveness Has Bite

This morning I caught my sympathy about to dial your number

My forgiveness has bite

Trading comfort for softness

Dressing you up to make you look kind

I donate the monster under the bed my understanding

Maybe then he’ll leave me be

I turn my nightmares into dreams through a lens of compassion

So I wonder how you sleep at night

Nevertheless, I deserve this rest –

To allow myself to grow and soften through a season of hibernation

No longer needing the strength to carry you

I will return restored

After years of never leaving my bed

Though as soon as you wear my grace I see familial resemblance

Humanity under a layer of dust

Kept away for special occasions like the negotiation of my peace

And who would have guessed

That the softness you stripped of me

You now beg for like it’s my mercy?

Can’t I have the first bite of my own meal?

To vacate the home you made me under your thumb

Is my forgiveness

To never look back is yours.