Forgiveness

It did not seem so terrible

To forget he does not like peas,

Or at least not with rice.

And yet I remain unforgiven

For ages paying the price.

It did not seem so terrible

To have reacted with a snap

When she kept asking for time

And yet I remain unforgiven

Still punished for that crime.

It truly felt horrible

When he broke my heart

Without a backward glance

And yet I forgave him

Gave him another chance.

It was shattering

When she betrayed my trust

With no thought or care

But still, I forgave her

I continued to care.

Why is it then that

Only my faults and errors

Sins of omission and commission

Are to remain unforgiven?

Why am I undeserving of compassion?