To pardon or not to pardon, that is the question:
“The thousand natural shocks” of watching one break
A loved one’s heart into millions of shambled pieces.
To observe “the pangs of despised love” but being
far too young to assuage the damage done.
But wait, to have connection to both and have one
hurt the other is a strange and confusing predicament
to be in, for how does one address the hurt of one
without blaming the other?
Or are they both to blame?
No, for if one is to truly hurt another it is to take
their kindness and patience for weakness and that
in itself is abuse of love in the name of what we
are supposed to know what love is about.
“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all”,
for who are we to think our superiority reigns over
another when we are willing to hurt them in the
most degrading way possible.
is a hard reality to overcome when being in
such an awkward stage of not being too young
but not being old enough.
“Ay, there’s the rub” since how am I expected
to pardon and excuse such horrendous acts
of pain done to the other?
Am I required to lull around until the situation
solves itself? Or must I take action?
“And thus the native hue of resolution”
I can not forgive the inexcusable act
Of disloyalty done to one I love so dear.
Therefore, I am forced to be there for that one
Rather than for the other.