For Give-ness

Two years ago, people thought I was forgiving. I suppose I must have, though I never felt there was a "thing" to forgive.

Still, I refuse to forget. What makes me I fight to keep.

And in any case: denial and pretense seem to me antithetical to the power of forgiveness. If one fakes something away, it takes no courage nor care to accept its void. Living with life, with no substitutions to compromise what must be done with it, is the real power. Denying it is submission.

I don't like the stories in my in which where I am so defeated.