seeing myself

“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that all along the prisoner was you.”

What would happen if I trusted more and doubted less. What if I stopped believing all the bad things and started absorbing all the good ones like a dry sponge thirsty for any morsel of the fluids of forgiveness. What if I ran toward fear instead of shielding myself from it’s dark, ugly ominous profile.

This time I see it differently. I see what you see. I see what they see. And suddenly, just like that,  it’s all okay.

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