Forgiving Time

I forgive time for not
telling me about that alternate
universe where I didn’t
have to makeup narratives
to keep myself sane
through incessant
battles that won’t give.

I forgive time for testing
me over and over until
the last drop of my patience
finally waned, where I
stripped off my ego,
baring the essence so
clearly, succinctly for
others to see.

I forgive time for plucking
me straight from successes
and planting me in failures
until my roots were fertilized
with a new kind of compassion,
healing all past wounds.

I forgive time for the wisdom
that it has shown me in waiting,
in living, in embarking on
anxiety inducing journeys
that are less about risk
and more about braving still.

I forgive time because like I,
it sees, loves, and nurtures
the infinite that endures
beyond hope.