My life
Has been
One of
Calamity
And tragedy

Many instances
In which
I am willing
To recount
Without cue

However
Still
to this
Day
I am unable
To recount the day
My father left
Without crying
The most
untamed
Sea

I am intricate
In design
So finely
detailed
with pieces
So precisely
aligned
That even
the most
Minor
of mistakes
During construction
Will result
In utter
Demolition

My ability to forgive you
Lied within
The acceptance
And recognition
Of the hurt
that you bestowed
Upon me

And in return
I gave you
What you deserved:

My Understanding.

The truth is,
In all of its essence

Is that

Hurt people,
Hurt people