the hardest thing to forgive
is that I haven’t forgiven myself
and the ’now’ keeps on moving
and my life pass me by
whilst I’m chasing my tail
my tail of forgiveness
that’s always been there
right behind me
***
we’ve all made sacrifices
all my life, I’ve sacrificed ‘belonging’
for the sake of ‘enlightenment’ – to find my truth
it’s never felt possible to combine the two
to be me, authentic, amongst you
like a hermit in a cave I’ve protected my solitude
journeying this world from the inside, alone
only to understand, as enlightenment strikes
that BELONGING is my truth
only to see, in the bright flash of lightning
the irony
that we will always sacrifice the same thing we are looking for
as we’re chasing our tails, for eternity
to become what we already are
forgiven
