In the heart,  
Grievances take root,  
Tangled vines of resentment.  
But forgiveness,  
A gentle gardener,  
Unwinds those tendrils,  
Releases the thorns,  
From both the wounded  
And the wounder.

A breath, deeper than any before,  
Fills the soul,  
As anger dissipates like morning mist.  
Eyes that once burned with ire,  
Now softened by understanding,  
Find peace in letting go.

The forgiver, unburdened,  
Feels a weight lift,  
An invisible chain broken.  
In the act of releasing,  
Their own spirit soars,  
Freed from the grip of past pain.  

Steps lighter, smiles brighter,  
For in relinquishing the past,  
They reclaim the present,  
And hope blooms anew.

The forgiven, too, feel the touch,  
Of compassion’s tender hand,  
But it is the one who forgives,  
Who finds the greatest relief,  
The most profound freedom.

Forgiveness, a quiet act of courage,  
Transforms hearts,  
Heals unseen wounds,  
And weaves a tapestry,  
Of newfound peace.