Forgive?

It's so hard to forgive when an accusation is unjustified.
I fell in love with a place.
I fell in love with its people.
I fell in love with a feeling.
The wind in my hair.
A camera in my hand.
Laughter echoing in my ears.
They're all just remnants of shattered memories.
Scattered. Never to be placed back together.
Something once so solid is now irreparably broken.
I am an outcast.
For reasons which have no true foundation.
Because of a faulty dictatorship.
For problems unexplored and only seen at face value.
For these reasons, I am seen as less of a Christian.
But I'm not.
I want to scream.
I want to cry.
I want to fight back.
I want to explain.
But I know I won't be heard.
So I remain in silence.
I may be crushed.
But I am not broken beyond repair.
I see things in a different light.
I see an institution for what it truly is.
My high upholding for fellow Christians has taken another blow.
It's been almost a month, and I'm still as upset as I was before.
I want to forgive, I fully know that it is the right thing to do,
But I also know I can never look at that place the same.
Ever again.