Maybe they had their reasons

When harsh words deepened the cracks,

Something didn't feel right within.

I was hurting.

 I, asked them all, 

they all said, "Forget it, move on. 

Maybe they had their reasons."

 I saw them all 

 doing the same in simplicity.

 Forgiving, forgetting,

 and moving on.

 I wonder, if they had their

  reasons too, 

 for listening, and not objecting.

.Fragments of broken 

shiny metallic pot

scatter on the floor,

Thousands of reflections

shine through them.

A part of me stayed there,

with self inflicted pain,

burning in the fire of guilt, 

of not understanding 

their side of the story.

Priceless were the years,

that went down the drain,

Pristine were sparkling tear drops, 

that blended with the rain.

"Maybe they had their reasons."

and then.. 

a pattern created

of

forgiving, 

forgetting, 

and 

to be changed,

so it 

doesn't happen again. 

Stepped upon, many a times, 

the bridges burnt, 

I hear you say, 

"Maybe they had their own reasons." 

I try to keep calm, 

I try to understand. 

Yes, the conditional response.

I try to relax. 

Nothing changes, 

on their part,

just a part of me, 

stoned.

Still, I agree.

They had their reasons.

.

In a huge circle, I was a small dot, 

shy, wondering, and aloof,

then one day I heard someone say,

"A line is a dot that went for a walk."

.... I became a line, and defined my boundaries.

They all questioned the change.

Maybe, I had my own reasons.

Noone understood.

Karmic consequences.

-payalagarwal  

Day 27 of #TSL #NaPoWriMo