The screaming could be heard from one end of the mall to the other. A young child was being held down by her mother and father while the store attendant with her body piercings and tattoos prepared to poke a hole in the child’s ear.
“No, I don’t want my ears pierced.” She cried. Or was she too young to even talk? I don’t remember. But it was evident in her screams that
she did not want to be there and her parents were forcing her: injuring her in ways that was against her will and desires.
I wonder, can a person ever forgive another who traumatizes them?
I know God has asked me to forgive the vulture that took so much from me, snuffing out the remaining song still trying to survive. Since God asked me to forgive her I had to forgive, but I still do not trust her. Because I cannot tell when she speaks truth or lies, I cannot talk with her. It confuses me too much and I do not need that kind of poison entering my ears. On the other hand, God never asked me to forgive the man who raped me. As far as I know he is already burning in hell. Let him burn for what he did to me and to so many others.
Then there were all the people I hurt in my pain. I hope and wish they would forgive me. I wish they would talk to me. Did you know the opposite of love is loneliness? It is not hate. It is being left alone. I mentioned earlier that love is spelled T, I, M, E, the opposite is A, L, O, N, E.
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Written 9/11/17