So long have I had lived life – at half steam
A slap received – woke from the dream
Outside of self – all problems did seem
Felt just like – swimming up the stream
All or nothing – lived in the extreme
Attempted all means - to quell the silent scream
Knew not of centered – or on the beam?
A slithering serpents belly like my self-esteem
I began to search for truth – supreme
It was then realized - a common theme
To be happy, in fact, to really live
One first need learn – how to forgive
They hurt me – let them off the hook?
Was urged to take a second look
Forgiveness not for them you see
Once done, suffering would end for me.
Be done with anger & silent scorn
Self-pity, lack, the path well worn
Martyr, victim, self so forlorn
Love of self – at last can now be born!
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