Forgiving

Reluctantly,
I put down
my hatchet.

Hesitantly,
I picked up
the harp.

Cautiously,
I plucked
the strings.

Awkwardly,
I moved
my feet.

And then,

I danced.

I danced
unencumbered.
I danced
free of the weights.
I danced
a new song.

There were others,
dancing, too,
rejoicing with me—
so glad
to see the harp
replace
the hatchet.