We expect too much of ourselves.
We expect to find in ourselves
The good that we want to believe is in others…..
And when at times we do not find it there,
We still hope to find it within ourselves.
Most of the time we can justify our motives
Mostly our reasons can sound pretty good.
But there is one time when there is no justification,
The time when we are stripped
Not only of our outward mask of honour
But almost unbearably of our lost image
Of our own integrity.
When we see disillusionment on
The face of someone who trusted us.
When we finally understand our power to hurt…
And so often it is too late
Or we think it is too late,
Which amounts to the same thing.
The universal fallibility of all
Is a concept hard to accept.
It is hard to forgive in others
But harder in ourselves.
And yet, the realisation of our own weakness
Is the acceptance of it in others.
And surely when we have accepted their failure,
Then perhaps, we can forgive our own.