I looked about, my eyes covered in scars.
The stains of mistakes imbedded in me.
I was shackled in chains, locked behind bars.
Longing only to one day be free.
I trudged through the clouds that hindered my sight.
The air poisoned with pain.
Never knowing if the path I was on was right,
I walked forward in vain.
Then up walked beside me,
A man, a young boy at heart.
He asked if I wanted to see.
If I wanted the chains to fall apart.
I wasn't sure what He meant,
For the concept was far too new.
To forgive the ones I resent,
Would not only free them, but free me too?
I longed to dance as I used to do,
When freedom was mine to wear.
To see the world without a tainted view.
To be rid of the painful despair.
I fell to my knees overwhelmed with fear,
And asked with my heart full of doubt,
"How do you forgive an ache so near?
I'm injured inside and out!"
He knelt down beside me and spoke to my face,
"You give to them what I gave,
A gift of grace.
It frees you from being a slave.
It's a process, not an event.
It will take you some time.
It's a daily constant ascent.
A rigid upward climb.
You have to be willing and ready to fight.
Your anguish won't just disappear.
The hurt wont vanish overnight.
You will have to face your fear.
And just when you can't take anymore swings,
I will be there fighting beside you.
I will shelter you in the shadow of my wings.
I will carry you through."
