Now and again I revisit
the anger, see if I can still feel
the grinding implications in my bones,
the grit between my teeth scraping,
wearing away flesh and blood. Resentment remains,
though on the periphery and fading fast.
I learn what it means to die to self
for the sake of Others who pushed me
to the point of chewing bitter, sandy cud
as I contemplate forgiveness; redemption.