@beatanxiety.me: You should read this! The Shackles of Yesterday In the quiet of my heart, I hear the echoes loud and clear, Holding a grudge, I thought I was strong, But strength became bitter, wrapped in fear, And the past, relentless, clung on so long. Resentment, my poison, bitter and deep, Hoping it would burn the ones who hurt me, Yet it was my soul it chose to keep, Trapped in a prison, craving to be free. “To forgive is to set a prisoner free,” they said, But I never knew the prisoner was me, Bound by chains of what was left unsaid, In a past that would not let me be. Forgiveness—an act not for the weak, But a key to unlock the shackles tight, A step into the peace we seek, Out of the darkness, into the light. It’s not for them, this gift I give, It’s for my heart, my peace, my soul, To reclaim the life I’ve yet to live, To break away and be made whole. “You don’t get to trap me in the past,” I cry, I am worthy of a future, of love, of peace, And as the bitter chains fall, I fly, Into the freedom that brings sweet release. Forgiveness, the fragrance of a violet crushed, A strength that’s gentle, soft, yet bold, In its embrace, the anger hushed, And in my heart, a story retold. No longer am I held hostage here, By the pain of what used to be, In the quiet of my heart, I hear, The whispers of a soul set free.

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