Bringing Mae Flowers

I didn’t forget

My childhood memories

Of hiding my suffering

Of silently struggling

And endlessly wondering

Why all this was happening

Why God didn’t love me.

I didn’t forget

My years wandering,

Of  helplessly stumbling,

Of hopelessly drowning

And constantly questioning

Why I was still hurting

Why I couldn’t love me. 

I didn’t forget

My years in recovery

Of hard earned healing

Of empathy growing

And finally learning

What I was missing

What would finally save me–

I didn’t forget.

I chose to forgive