Forgive yourself for what you didn’t know,
For seeds you dropped but couldn’t grow,
For nights you wept in silent shame,
For playing roles in someone else’s game.
Forgive the words you didn’t say,
The times you simply walked away,
The hearts you broke while saving yours—
We all have wounds behind closed doors.
Forgive the mask you had to wear,
The heavy smile, the vacant stare,
The ways you coped, the truths you hid—
You did your best with what you did.
Forgive the time you feel you lost,
The dreams delayed, the growing cost.
Life isn’t kept in perfect rows—
It bends, it breaks, it heals, it flows.
So stand inside your tender skin,
Let grace, not guilt, be what begins.
You’re not your past, your pain, your fall—
You are still worthy through it all.
Be kind to who you’ve had to be.
In self-forgiveness, we are free.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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A gentle and profound reminder that self-forgiveness is not an act of excusing the past, but a necessary step toward peace and freedom. It beautifully affirms that our worth is not defined by our struggles, but endures through them. The core message is one of radical self-acceptance: to be kind to every version of ourselves we’ve had to be on the journey.