In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Where echoes of old wounds softly whisper,
Lies the tender seed of forgiveness,
Waiting to bloom in the light of understanding.

Through tangled paths of pain and sorrow,
We walk with burdens heavy and cold,
Yet in the gentle act of letting go,
We find the strength to rise anew.

Forgiveness is a river flowing,
Washing away the scars of yesterday,
And as we release the chains that bind,
We discover the freedom to truly live.

In the embrace of compassion’s grace,
We mend the fractures of a broken soul,
For in forgiving, we are set free,
And in letting go, we become whole.