Forgive, what does that word invoke for me?

My time as a child and how I had the power to forgive.

For if you truly see the human conditioning of me,

you would know that I too, have felt those feelings of abuse of misuse of being treated like there’s no truce.

Like you cannot make it there’s just no more of faking it,

You just cannot take it, as your life keeps reflecting, reflecting, repeating, retreating, bleating, not seeking.

Then Stop!

Find those places to retrieve, to see, to heal, to redeem, from all them lies, that were told that you hold, from long ago, the child like me who truly sees, the wonderment and magic of me, of you of we.