The rise,
of forgiveness,
has taken over,
as the unopposed government,
of the soul,
It's harder,
to stay away,
from the beautiful symptoms,
of happiness,
that shall be bestowed,
upon the most withered,
of roses,
A new way to live,
has entered the curiosity,
of a troubled mind,
Freedom has shown itself,
as a large part,
of forgiving ourselves,

The past,
had been a vehicle,
that brought us,
to where we are,
in the moment,
We learned,
to trust even those,
who made long term plans,
to shatter the innocence,
of a loving heart,
With regrets and hatred,
towards someone,
who played,
a scarring prank,
on the serenity of the soul,
It's easy,
to invent a fake smile,
but it wouldn't last long,

Something tells me,
that the self desires,
to be trained,
in the field of transparency,
The keys,
to the house of peace,
were stored,
in the valley of pain,
a long time ago,
We could free ourselves,
with an all round yearly gift,
of self-forgiveness and trust,
Everyone,
who contaminated,
the sweet bathing waters of the soul,
shall be loved automatically,
once again,

The skies,
have stopped thundering,
by the end of this written piece,
An amazing new chance,
is bound to be an experience,
sooner or later,

I forgive myself,
I forgive myself,


© Nabeel Yousuf