Where a writer rants…

Forgive to Forget

Forgive to Forget

There are ghosts roaming in my attic
Haunting me and making me sick

My father’s face frightening still
The bastard still lives up the hill

My mother’s silent rage revealed
All that she didn’t want to feel

As I look back with guileless eyes
My head it spins with ugly lies

Problem child is a misnomer
Those wounds made my spirit stronger

My Life can still be grander yet
If to forgive is to forget

Let that adage be my maxim
This new orphan releases them.

Written by R.M.R.

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