I have been told that Nina is ready to forgive but
I know she was dragged to this place.
I know that the others chipped away,
chipped away at her anger and
determination, that they muffled her
objections with persuasions.
And with promises that were
not theirs to make. That is because they
believe it can be repaired, this broken
circle of friends.
I know it cannot. Not the way they
imagine. Good as new. Not after a wound
so deep, so carelessly inflicted. And
the casting off was too complete.
Yes, I could go to Nina today.
I could say my part and she
could say hers, but the truth
would leave our words
exposed and naked.
It would be nothing more than
an act in two play-ers.
ACT I, SCENE ONE
LAREN
(imploringly, crossing hands over chest)
Oh, Nina, I’m so sorry.
NINA
(slowly lifting tear-stained face)
I forgive you, Laren.
(Hallelujah chorus plays in background.)
(fade to reality)
The truth is, I am sorry.
I am disgusted by what I
did. But even with that, there is a
a looking-out-for-me side too.
I know I have made a start.
I have walked toward sorry
but she has steps to take as well
and healing cannot begin until
she walks toward forgiveness.
I hope for a measure of reconciliation
somewhere on the path ahead but we have
not reached that place.
Some things are heavy to carry
and yet
you cannot set them down just anywhere.