“I’ve Been Offended,” a poem by Tom Eggebeen

I’ve been offended.
Not lately.
But I know the feeling.

One wants to react.
I’ve done it.
Doesn’t work.

Let it go.
Grow some skin.
Who cares.

Move on.
Look up.
Much more to life.

The offense is for a blinding moment.
Wait until the eyes of the soul adjust.
And you can see straight again.

The offender is just another human being.
Subject to the same stupidity.
Same pride.

As is the offended.
Same hurt.
Same sin.

The offense is for a blinding moment.
Wait until the eyes of the soul adjust.
And you can see straight again.

Lest the offense grow.
And become malignant.
Full of pride.

Malignant.
Full of self.
Self-hurt.

The offense is for a blinding moment.
Wait until the eyes of the soul adjust.
And you can see straight again.

See the other in a better light.
A forgiving light.
A light the darkness cannot overcome.

I’ve been offended.
Not lately.
But I know the feeling.

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