I was blind in my fit of rage,
I saw nothing beyond
The one in the mirror.
Since blind beyond, I was scared;
I swung my sword -its double edge.
My defense deluded, little did I realize;
I ripped apart the one I love.
The wound is deep, and it might heal;
But it will leave two scars, that will stay
-Just, on the other, one can see.
I lost strength -my strength to forgive;
More than the other, to forgive me.
