mayawrites

Forgiveness is life’s AC remote.

An elixer, illustrated as despair’s anitode.

It regulates warmth, relieves beads of sweat,

So innocuous, as a cigarette or roulette.

It conditions life as if it were waves of wind,

Charming and unforgiving, ruthless and determined.

For to forgive releases pain elsewhere, hot and fatal,

As does the AC, innocent and delusional.

We are in charge, to forgive or not to forgive,

The buttons plead to be touched, crave as a collective.

Despite being aware of the flaming fruit’s gluttons,

We give in, and we press, our own sensitive buttons.