I am tired of forgiving, of pretending to forget, of brushing disrespect aside as if it never happened; because ignorance does not erase harm, and swallowing every wound only teaches people how deeply they are allowed to cut; so I have learnt to close doors firmly on people who only bring the same ache back with them; for peace sometimes means walking away quietly without looking back.
It takes a lot of painful endurance to realize that constantly choosing forgiveness over your own boundaries just hands people the blueprint for how much more they are allowed to hurt you ✨
Yes, Jo. I'm realizing I'm tired of a lot more than that. Working on how to measure it out, respectfully, as I haven't been doing that very well, as all these feelings and healing business is new to me and very overwhelming. I am glad for your poetry, where I feel a kinship. I hope I don't do anything to ruin that as I am finding my way on my rocky path.
so true 👏❤️🩹
So poignant and achingly beautiful 🖤
Thank you, Aaliya 🖤
It takes a lot of painful endurance to realize that constantly choosing forgiveness over your own boundaries just hands people the blueprint for how much more they are allowed to hurt you ✨
Yes, Jo. I'm realizing I'm tired of a lot more than that. Working on how to measure it out, respectfully, as I haven't been doing that very well, as all these feelings and healing business is new to me and very overwhelming. I am glad for your poetry, where I feel a kinship. I hope I don't do anything to ruin that as I am finding my way on my rocky path.
Thank you. I’m glad it resonates.
It does. Sometimes the best protection is distance: geographic, chronological, or emotional
- and often all.