Yes, Forgiven

A quote that I read recently bought idea of this piece I wrote. Its a beautiful one and it says:
“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and realize that prisoner was you.” ~ Lewis B. Smedes

Goes back my mind to those sleepless nights
Tossing like a ball of waste paper on the bed
My thoughts crumbled shapeless into that ball
Figures disrupt, displaying the story of my ache
Then a day another came, and when the baggage was too heavy

Land of Mines

Hidden behind the closed door, the sound of loud voices

Piercing through the wood, comes into my ears

I sit numb in the periphery of fear encircling me from all angles

A cry from somewhere inside me buried, comes out

Silent Cry

It began with your hand in mine, firm, the kinds which

Silently say never let go and I never intended to

Was it then the strong winds that took your hand away?