Forgiveness

The tunnel has been long and dark.
The walls, built by others, built worst of all
by yourself, close in.
You can hardly breath,
hardly see the light,
so distant you are sure it is a mirage,
something you are afraid of,
sure it will reveal the dirt and the filth of the journey,

You stumble, for you cannot see your way.
and you are not sure if you should run to the light,
or away from it, to your safe darkness,
the places you have lived,
Your scars, the ones you are certain you must have
to have been banished to this place,
are best regulated to the eternal night
where none can see.

You weep, unaware that you have healed,
that the light is not distant but within,
that it only waits for you to run towards it,
to run in glorious, fearful faith,
and leap, to find you already have angels wings,
that they have been there all along, but now
suddenly, you are light as air,
and fly.

About this poem. 

Forgiveness, particularly self-forgiveness, is hard. But oh, when the burden is lifted! Joy!

Tom