Forgiveness

With the pains of a broken heart,
I look into the busted mirror,
That I punched out of disgust,
For the image in front of me.
The silvers of glass look like crystals,
Through the tears in my eyes.

But then, through the pieces,
A light shines brighter than the noon day sun,
And I realize, that behind the mirror,
Is something more.

There are hidden rooms in our house,
Known to be filled with treasures,
But no treasure could be as great as this.

Behind the mirror,
Inside the light,
Was a slip of paper,
Bearing the words,
“I forgive you,
I forgive you,
I forgive you.”

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