Thinking back on the past I realize this vindictive attitude will get me no where.
At a time, I needed revenge and at times, I cried.
Revulsion; and for the first time life had meaning.
I will reward myself by rewiring my emotions.
But now, the oceans are sky blue and yes; i'm waiting.
I will be the slave driver and I will be the slave.
I will not sojourn to that place again and I hearby solemnly swear.
I have learned not to forget; but yes, forgive.
I feel I should surcease everything before we go too far.
