In the quiet chambers of a weary heart,
Lies a gentle art often hard to start,
A whispered promise, a hopeful release,
Where broken pieces find their peace.

Forgiveness blooms like a tender rose,
In the garden where past sorrow grows,
Each petal a testament to the pain,
Yet in its bloom, we find love again.

The chains of anger slowly unwind,
As compassion and mercy intertwine,
The lightness of being, a newfound flight,
In the shadow of grace, wrongs turn to right.

Letting go of the burdens long held tight,
In the embrace of forgiveness, we find light,
For in this gentle art lies a sacred truth,
That healing begins in the heart’s own youth.