More poems on forgiveness

It’s this act

That’s the hardest to get over

The hill the just keeps growing and growing

It circles in the mind for days

It’ll lessen

And it will appear to leave

But rush in like a hurricane

Reminding that it  has the power

It needs to leave

Because there is so much more important things

More valuable things

But this one thing

Blocks the view of beauty

And suffocates the living

It’s important to move past

The mole hills made into mountains

Because at the top

Is the smallest of views

Only revealing all the things

That were missed

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