Forgiving Myself Is Hard

Woke up this morning to the grey light of dawn, a restless night of memories still spinning around in my head, I wanted to shake them free and forgive myself for everything in my life I had done wrong. Forgiveness is easy towards others for what they had done to me, but forgiving me is hard for the outrages I had done, my signature on papers condemning innocents to eternal peace. Their memories live with me to cause me constant torment for those things I had done. No one blames me only I can’t forgive myself and probably never will.