Day8-The Fake Shake


The two hands lay dormant by my side,

Preparing for the act of forgiveness, about to occur.

Heart and Mind misaligned,



The right hand is relaxed,

Imagining the joy of forgiveness,

A welcoming, extension,

Of a soul at peace.


Meanwhile, next door,

A left hand clenches,

Desperately hanging onto the residue of hate,

Separating the single intention of love.


The arm is extended,

My external, smiling face,

Forces out the words.

“I forgive you”.

But the heart and God knows the difference.