Forgiving of pain

                Once more the stabbings begin. The changed
routines that make peace and joy just disappear. Why
even bother? Oh matters not, I suppose.

                Still it all must be a game so many enjoy
playing. Reaping the worn and scarring the
burnt. Ah a fool you think we are. So much is endured.

                Why press? Why scratch when all that can
be felt is the necessity of love? Disappearing and
fading seem easier, yet they are the hardest things
to prepare.

                 The opened wound heal as the tears fall.
The allowances of forgiveness raid my thoughts.
Stilling the angry words, emotions.

                  To those parts of me I don't want to
accept the apologies. Yet  I willingly give in. Just
letting peace pull me through the river.

                     A silent hope of what once. Still a piece
of a puzzle. Ever growing is the design but weary,
frayed some parts are. Sensitive and longing.

                     So much cries for one but laughter
overpowers. Descending upon the anger and oddity.
Sending me a small bit of expanding love.

                      How else can one push through hurt,
pain of loss?