giving sets me free
Forgiveness is a ritual wrapped with cords of creed, but to the heart it’s holding on until the debt is free. The coin of debt is feeling owed an apology or pain. As long as I keep holding on, both deed and debit remain. The ties that bind grow ever taunt as time holds us in grip. Yet giving up means easing up, as the reins of tension slip. Was I wrong that you did me wrong and never held a debt? Did you acquire debt by desire: forgive, but not forget? If so, letting go releases you, for giving sets me free from the dungeon cell of my mind, whose prisoner looks like me.
