Turn the knob either way and find an opening toward closure. Forgiveness is a language similar to music. It is instrumental and improvisational and often moves through several octaves.
Choose an evening to walk behind the moon. Follow it like a song. Whistle it into the seams of your arms and legs. Squint away the glow until all you see is you.
When you think about an other, think about punctuation marks. Is it an exclamation mark or pause of comma or does it end?
I am safely semi-colon’ing. What I mean is, I am finding a connection between my independent parts. And here, is forgiveness. I forgive the parts that seem to be misplaced. That is, I am finding their place.
Forgive the ones that haunt. The humans and the limbs and the gender identifying markers that do not match our minds’ messages.
Forgive past loves because they showed you other things than hurt. They showed you pleasure and kindness and the flash of safety.
Forgive your body because it’s the one thing that has remained through all the traumas and wars with others and your self. Even when your body changes, it is still yours.
Forgive the memories. The gaps. The flustered darkness that does not want you to remember certain things.
Forgive loneliness because one day you may be in a dark basement or elevated bridge and you will find someone who…fills you.
Forgive this moment.
Forgive men and even some of the women.
Forgive the cracks in your skin. Also known as scars. Or crashes of age.
Forgive all the silence in you. When you’re really ready, all of your noises will emerge and create the most exquisite soundtrack you’ve ever heard. Get your batteries charged. You’ll want to listen for a long, long time.