[Here I am imagining (sometimes about myself) the deeper motivations people
have for their actions, the motivations that we might not be aware of.]
When I turned my face away from you,
Maybe I just didn’t want you to see me cry.
When I didn’t speak,
Maybe I was afraid I would yell at you.
When I laughed loudly and annoyingly,
Maybe I needed attention.
When I hurt you with my words,
Maybe I hadn’t dealt with my own hurt.
When I seemed to ignore your pain,
Maybe I hadn’t let God heal my pain.
When I got violent,
Maybe I was extremely frustrated,
And no one had ever taught me how to deal with it.
No one was there to guide me,
To help me find better ways to deal with anger.
When you listened to me,
I began to heal.
When I asked your forgiveness,
I began to heal.
clarakatalin 
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