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  • I knew the keys
    for my future
    happiness would be
    forgiveness;
    closure.

    I prepared a pyre,
    then gazing
    at the flames
    meditating on
    purifying,
    transforming
    through fire.
    burning the cause
    of my pain;
    the letters,
    one by one.

    First one lit;
    an heirloom of Mother’s
    naivety?
    Stupidity?
    Irresponsibility?
    Telling
    my father in law
    I put my daughter
    In your hands.

    Looking at me
    over the letter
    he mockingly
    said
    What a foolish
    woman
    signing you
    away to me.
    Twenty years
    old, an unloved
    mill stone.

    Second
    bitter letter lit;
    It was your daughter
    who encouraged
    my son to
    take drugs
    and attempt
    suicide.
    This lie sent
    to my family;
    wiping his hands
    off his son’s pain.

    I cried to the sky
    I send you love and
    hope you have found
    peace in the afterlife,
    I forgive you for the hurt
    that you have caused me.
    As I held
    my husband’s
    constant hand.

    The letters burnt
    their last bright
    existence and
    then crumpled
    into a little
    pile
    of
    ash.
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