I forgave. Everything. I thought I expected nothing in return. But acceptance and respect I have never received. The dismissing, the mocking, the insults remain. These things you feel I deserve. I am not a joke. I am a human being, that forgave as I once had been forgiven. My decision has been made. You speak as if we will continue on. What you said to me a year ago, and have never apologized for–as if you could–remains foremost in my mind while I consider. I am more than the list of your grievances and criticisms and insults. I am.
She picked the dandelions and made a bouquet because they were hearty and beautiful, just as she was.
“Silly woman. Those are weeds.”
“In the eye of the beholder.”
“Everyone knows they are weeds.”
“It does not matter to everyone. Only to some.”
“They make me sneeze.”
“Deal with it.”
The discord, deeper than a shallow grave, sprouted dandelions. She picked them because she chose to embrace them. No corpse would generate “weeds” that she could not harvest and make something beautiful.
“Nonsense as usual,” he said.
“Beautiful nonsense. Authentic, beautiful nonsense that mystifies and makes perfect sense to me.”
I can see clearly now the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day
I think I can make it now the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for It’s gonna be a bright (Bright), bright sun shiny day
Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies Look straight ahead, nothing but blue skies
I can see clearly now; the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun shiny day