On Forgiveness   I might have worn those chains for life Or lived like a puppet dancing on tangled strings Bound by the cord to the hurt and the memory Always at the mercy of the lesser gods.   A life of sorts but circular, no progress Waiting long years for release, for apology For some small expression of regret. Instead I learned that forgiveness is a choice   A decision to turn and stand and face and say Enough! I cut the cord. I set myself free. Elisabeth Wentworth       The Legacy i.m. John Wentworth   Your…