I reflect as I view the past:
Forever have I held my tongue,
O’er fear I shall attack you,
Rather than confront the past.
Good men are not like me, for
I have neglected to forgive
Virtually everything you did,
Envying those who forgive with ease.
Yet now I see my error, and mourn
Over it. However, it’s now water
Under the bridge we have crossed.
The Golden Ray poetry collection (which only consists of 4 total poems, now) concludes with this piece. Therefore, it is with a heavy heart, that I thank you for your kind words, and bid you farewell.