It is the Third Day of my journey;
you have long let go of my hands
from before Day One.
Do I resent you?
Have I the right to?
Thank you, if I have not thanked you,
for holding on and not giving up
throughout the previous trials of mine.
Why should I hate you
for fearing my true colours?
Why should I keep score-
how we cared for each other?
Love keeps no records of wrongdoings;
neither should it compare acts of kindness.
I stood naked and vulnerable,
counting on your strength;
you could no longer carry on,
hence gave me the right to anger.
But where is my right to blame?
If I have not thanked you, thank you.
© Joel Yap
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