Every dawn upon the decision
I munch thoughts in tears
To put behind the dealt derision
That led to the infliction of fears
The habits of agitating over the past
The wont of bursting in cries
To let go of myself
To severe the unwanton ties
Slowly upon a revelation
I waft up in an understanding
There is no letting go
Atleast to a certain reasoning
Upon the crevices of a wretched soul
The flickering light dawns
It is not me , it is about them
An understanding arrives
I let go of their faults
Its their's to bear
Till now weighed upon my soul
A regrettable wretched strife
All animosity disappears
My feelings float a past
In eternities perpetual bliss
Though only for while
Written for
The joy of not only walking away from the person and situation, but also from your own self-blame. Onward!
ReplyDeleteYes Rosemary, oft trying trying to find where it went wrong , why we deserved such treatment from people . Thank you for your comments
ReplyDeleteReminds me of an e-friend who was working in a government office, doing a good job and being hated for it by the less competent. Someone caught her reading a letter from a publisher. "Who would ever want to read a book YOU'd write?" Well...she wrote a few dozen, most reprinted a few times, some "outliving" her. She walked away from the office, lived on a plant farm, raised plants and children and wrote happily ever after.
ReplyDelete(Pris cilla King, logged into Google, which is still pretendng not to recognize me in hopes of getting permission to clog the computer with more cookies. But how can there be room for cookies when I have 2000 web pages to read?!)
ReplyDeleteI committed the same crime Priscilla which was not allowing cookies and got locked out of my blog
ReplyDeleteAs Rosemary said....Onward and upwards!
ReplyDeleteWhen that light arrives, you know what direction to walk. in. Beautiful poem!
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