Saturday, 28th of March 2020

Humans can be quite complex beings.
We love, we make mistakes,
We love making mistakes,
We harm --
Harm the people that we love.
But I wonder; do we ever truly know how much damage we’ve caused
When we choose to make the wrong decisions,
Or harm the people that we supposedly claim to love?
It is quite daunting.
And yet, we manage to forget that regardless of being forgiven,
And the thought that redemption is still acquirable,
We forget that there are still remnants of that pain,
Of the hurt,
And anger,
And betrayal.
We forget that we have caused so much pain
That whenever we are met with a reminder of our errors,
We flinch and we act as if we are not at fault for the hurtful words strewn across these walls.
We become in denial.
When all the other soul yearns for is the well-deserved apology
And reflection
They have been denied of.
All the human heart ever truly aches for
Is sincerity
And the most tender of touches built to soothe the brokenness
For angry hands can never mend a broken heart.  
We forget that it is painful to be hurt by the ones we love.
And we still hurt them anyway,
Simply because we are human.
“To err is human. To forgive, divine.”
So Shakespeare preaches.
Maybe it is wired into every human that is born into this glorious world.