As much as I'd like my recollection or "release" to be in chronological order, I can't help what I'm feeling today. As I stood deciding on my bracelet for the day, scenes of the incident flashed past me.
I've forgiven you. But why is it so hard to forget?
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God,
please let me forget
the force of his hand on my wrist
the string of beads limp in his fist
please let me forget
who he was in that split second
the look in his eyes that moment
but God,
I know I'll never forget
my own regrets
for not picking up the pieces
of the bracelet...
a gift from mother
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