Puzzled with what to do
How can I find it in me to forgive
The question has now become
With or without
The simplicity of words that hurt is what hurts the most
I think in absence comes a sense of entitlement to become a judge
Just to not judge ones self
In the hot seat of life comes a glare that some find uneasy to deal with
I think that with growth comes a fairness and a need to be true to what I know to be true
What feels right even if the decision seems unfair to everyone involved
In life I think we are given chances
The tests we are given shows us to ourselves and to others
It reveals truths in us that we could otherwise not admit to or dare to boast of
Integrity and honesty
I guess my truth became painful because the representation it represents
That what I thought was fair and real
Was never really
And what I had put faith in let me down
You can know it without ever realizing it
It takes a good hard look and a willingness to be honest with yourself
The answers can be found in retrospect
Just as they always have before