We feel the pain and never back down.
We open our senses to the hurt and the lies,
soak in it, until we feel no more.
Revenge isn't in our vocabulary,
nor confrontation.
We simply let it be until we become stoic.
We forgive not for their sake,
rather to liberate ourselves from worries.
By then, nothing can break us.
We all are sinners,
we just sin differently and there are no degrees of separation.
Yet one had the audacity to talk ill of others
and judge with plain sight.
To them, you have to be the kindest
for they loathe a part of themselves
more than they do you.