People have scars, in all sorts of unexpected places.
Like secret road maps of their personal histories.
Diagrams of all their old wounds.
Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar.
But some of them don't.
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere,
and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.
Forgiveness is never easy. Bitterness is easy. Hatred is easy.
But forgiveness, that is the tough one.
Sometimes people say things they don't mean
or do things they can't take back.
Sometimes we do things we can't take back.
We are all afraid of something.
What I have done is who I am,
but what I have done is not who I will be.
Like secret road maps of their personal histories.
Diagrams of all their old wounds.
Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar.
But some of them don't.
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere,
and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.
Forgiveness is never easy. Bitterness is easy. Hatred is easy.
But forgiveness, that is the tough one.
Sometimes people say things they don't mean
or do things they can't take back.
Sometimes we do things we can't take back.
We are all afraid of something.
What I have done is who I am,
but what I have done is not who I will be.
3 comments:
Beautiful
I like those words:) I love that you read my blog too!!! Your so cute
I love this alot. SO true!!
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