“There are days when she couldn’t forgive herself but that were the exact moments when her soul needed the trust of letting go.”

She is December with imprinting traces of love daises on white canvas of life.

December will spark the wisdom and knowledge in her breaths so she becomes a new woman in her real form.

Her chilled bones are stolen, to be as guidance and illumination for twisted paths of truth.

Your ego has ruined my honor and happiness.

I crumble into a ball, with the chest pain exploding my soul, the memories and madness is killing me, will you help me?

My ears have started cringing with the amount of whining he does, it leads to my depression.

With tears in my eyes, I wished I had not let them misuse generosity.

My breaths give out the stench of dark black pain, that rooted from the poison you gifted me with love.

My soul transforms itself into a mode of good or bad in direct relation with the way you treat and value me.

To them, I have never mattered. They have always given priority to the money they earned, claiming it was to secure me.

I seek out the good but keep my senses on alert but then there are moments when all I want to do is drown in the sea.

I want to scream and cry until my lungs dry out the air that I breathe, maybe my death would be beneficial to them.

Darkness attracts me, it’s the only time, I can cry in peace.

As I pen these words, tears flow from my pained heart onto my trembling lips, and the soul seeks release from daily abuse.

She schools her heart and soul to let go of the pain that she feels or has ever felt or else it will never let her heal and grow.

I am a saviour, I let you see what is to be shown, I don’t let people walk all over me now.

You must ask for God’s help. After each failure, ask forgiveness, pick yourself up, and try again.

I forgive myself for not being perfect. I am living the very best way I know how.

Forgiving someone isn’t just about doing good to another. It’s also about healing a scar in your own heart.

Forgiveness is the choice to see people as they are now. When we’re mad at people, we’re angry because of something they said or did before this moment. By letting go of the past, we make room for miracles to replace our grievances.

Part of forgiving people is releasing them from our own agendas.

In the end, forgiveness simply means never putting another person out of our heart.

I am learning to forgive all those who are not sorry.

Forgiveness is an art.