I’m done with holding
this anger and pain;
It’s sucking me dry,
exhausting to maintain
inner levels of fury,
outer facade of calm;
reaching critical mass,
causing me harm.
And yet …
I keep holding it up
for all to see.
Claiming moral high ground,
seeking sympathy.
Loosing sight of meaning,
muddled up in my head.
It’s irrelevant now,
Who cares what was said?
And yet …
I’m sitting, still stewing,
ruminating, reviewing,
every twist and turn,
a sick desire to discern
where the blame lies
(of course with them).
I can’t be at fault
- aren’t I the victim?
And yet …
Underneath my anger
there’s a deep unrest -
What if we’re both
simply doing our best?
For this war to end,
conflict resolution,
one of us needs to be
the bigger person.
So now …
I’m reaching out,
extending a hand.
A small gesture of peace,
I hope they understand
That I’m letting go,
I choose to be free.
This isn’t for them,
it’s purely for me.
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To The Core 