A poem I picked up on somebody else's journal earlier

[conuly]

and now I don't remember whose.

When I Say I Forgive You, Know This

I did not bury the hatchet.
I have the hatchet in my hands.
I am building myself a new house.

(I believe the link is to the poet's tumblr. If I'm wrong, I don't want to misattribute it.)

Comments

[asakiyume]

That's excellent

[zyzyly]

I like that.

[wpadmirer]

I really, really like that!

[cellio]

Nice!

[dhampyresa]

NICE

[adafrog]

Love it.

[dorchadas]

It's like a more positive version of "The axe forgets but the tree remembers."

[silveradept]

An apt thing for our time and lives.