Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Unforgiven

I used to lie in bed at night,

Listening to the blood curling screams,

As my father beat my mother.


And the soul piercing words,

Echoed across the open hall,

Placing her into the deep abyss.


And then I grew up,

And the evil I had done to you,

Was ten times worse.


But if you can forgive,

And thank God through it all,

Your transformation will be complete.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2014

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