The Useless Apology:
“I’m sorry.”
She repeated the apology with sincerity etched on her face. Wordlessly
she picked up her bag and turned to leave. The guilt that had been plaguing her
for a while disappeared. We’re all good now, she thought as she walked. She
felt light, and happy. The apology had set her free. She could move on now.
His eyes followed her as she walked off happily. As she disappeared
around the corner, a shadow fell across his face.
How many years of pain inflicted and wounds created. How
many days of hurt given. And in a moment’s notice, a simple apology from her
end and she was free. She was fine. She could move on and live her life.
What about the person left behind?
What about the person who’s trust was shattered? What about
the person struggling to forgive? What about the person who has to deal with
the toxic memories that resurfaces every once in a while?
Is this the end? Is this justice?
He snorted with grim amusement.
How simple to utter a word of apology and turn your back on
what you have wrecked for so long.
How useless the apology that was not uttered at the appropriate time but years after the offence was committed.
How naive the mind that thinks everything is over with the
sorry. How naive to believe that you are at peace with yourself without
resolving to make amends, without mending the heart that you broke, without
putting effort into making whole once more the person who is now afraid to
trust.
Was the apology to cure your own
guilty conscience or was it sincere understanding of what you did wrong? And
does it end with understanding? Do you have no responsibility to attempt to restore
what you took away?
It doesn't end with an apology.
It never will.
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