“Passage to Freedom”

by Wendye Savage

For all the times you hurt me

Records, I did keep;

Despised the mention of your name

The wounds were truly deep;

Either oblivious to my pain

Or unconcerned at best;

Still, I waited for your apology

With expectation, I confess.

Instead,  I found you happy

While I was stuck here in a state;

It dawned on me that I was the master

The creator of this fate.

If you were going on with life

And in bondage, I would live;

Then for my freedom, peace of mind

I had to learn how to forgive.

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