Dust-Up with Forgiveness

a poem on self-compassion, healing, and forgiving one’s self

From Instagram story re-share originating from @gendersauce account.

I want to unbuckle the saddlebags of regret and

empty the canteen of fetid denial.

It’s time to send it all to pasture

and drink from the fount of self-compassion.

I want to forgive myself but I hesitate

like my foot is stuck in the stirrup

while I hang from it upside down.

The horse stands still not going anywhere,

waiting patiently for me to stop my delay.

Waiting for my command, my “hyah”

to set the pains free, to free up my unforgiving self,

and giddy up into forgiveness.