In the quiet shadows of the heart,
Where pain and sorrow often start,
Lies a gentle whisper, soft and kind,
A voice of peace for troubled mind.

Through the storm of anger, fierce and wild,
Comes a calm, like a tender child,
Forgiveness, pure as morning dew,
Healing wounds, creating anew.

It takes strength to let go the past,
To find solace, to hold steadfast,
In the realm where grudges cease,
Lies the path to inner peace.

So, embrace the power of letting be,
Release the chains, and you’ll be free,
In the embrace of forgiveness, find,
A love that’s boundless, pure and kind.