Heft

Bleary to write the sorrow that I hold, I put the mighty weapon on a side and gave myself a thought.
Don't I deserve to let me free from the shackles of regrets and thoughts that I am bound to?
Don't I deserve forgiveness from a great person that I can never meet?
Now, I bear no heft.

Yes dear, I forgive.
Forgive every mistake that I've done.
Forgive every story that I weaved.
Forgive the past that I cannot change.
Forgive the change that gave pain.

Time has come to let go of the baggage that I carry along every step of my life. It stopped me from flying. High.