Go and write it

 He walked into my house
 I put my hand out to shake it
I cut my palm badly
It bled over the floor

He sat down, I made him coffee
And asked him if strictness was necessary
He chuckled and spilled his coffee over my blood
I asked him how he dealt with the pain

He said it was hyper torment
I wiped a tear the honesty of it overwhelmed me
Didn't the heavens anesthetize you?
He shook his head slowly

No regret in his face
Then he smiled and leaned his forehead toward me
I went to kiss his forehead a thorn pierced my tongue and lip
I bled again all over the floor

So he kissed my forehead
And told me about the gravity of my failures
I nodded and dabbed my lip with a paper towel
He then congratulated me for my blessings

My hand and lip healed
He said- I have wounded your hand and mouth
Yes you have.
But I forgive you.

- You forgive me because of what I am.
-Train your heart to forgive, despite whoever inflicts pain.
- Your hand is now healed, so go out and write it.
- Your lip is now healed, so go out and speak it.