Your Poetry Dot Com - Foregiveness

Array ( [sid] => 184062 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Foregiveness [time] => 2017-04-06 11:13:23 [hometext] => A VERY important poem to me...a revelation about forgiveness. [bodytext] => Hatred is an expensive emotion,
a ladle of poison,
a subtle weave of cancerous intent,
bent upon the destruction of the inner harmony
every soul is born with.

Invierno 1992

Lying smiles floated face to eye to world, and even I
bought the lie, thought them all sincere, every one;
but deep within, below my grin, the past
brewed hate, and not to late, I found at last
the spear to pierce the dark where harmony had run.

The puncture to the bile sac that held my peace at bay
and back below where I to world bestowed my light
has fifty years kept up the fight, the right and will to live and last
in spite of what I would not give,
and this, this is where I erred so vast.

In hubris nurtured I, the wrong to me, a toddler then,
and holding tight forgiveness for the one
who let me go into the cold of many homes, I now know
compassion dies, oh, so slow, and the beast of hate had won.

Forgiveness, blessed be, was not to give from her to me,
but I to plead the granting and acceptance of,
what in spite repast I know is love,
and beg forgiveness of my hate for wrongs half a century past,
and if bestowed her heart to mine,
harmony, the real thing,
will find a perch in me, at last.

Forgiveness was never mine to grant, but always there for me to ask.

Invierno 2017

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Foregiveness
Date: Thursday, 6th April 2017 @ 11:13:23 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno

Hatred is an expensive emotion,
a ladle of poison,
a subtle weave of cancerous intent,
bent upon the destruction of the inner harmony
every soul is born with.

Invierno 1992

Lying smiles floated face to eye to world, and even I
bought the lie, thought them all sincere, every one;
but deep within, below my grin, the past
brewed hate, and not to late, I found at last
the spear to pierce the dark where harmony had run.

The puncture to the bile sac that held my peace at bay
and back below where I to world bestowed my light
has fifty years kept up the fight, the right and will to live and last
in spite of what I would not give,
and this, this is where I erred so vast.

In hubris nurtured I, the wrong to me, a toddler then,
and holding tight forgiveness for the one
who let me go into the cold of many homes, I now know
compassion dies, oh, so slow, and the beast of hate had won.

Forgiveness, blessed be, was not to give from her to me,
but I to plead the granting and acceptance of,
what in spite repast I know is love,
and beg forgiveness of my hate for wrongs half a century past,
and if bestowed her heart to mine,
harmony, the real thing,
will find a perch in me, at last.

Forgiveness was never mine to grant, but always there for me to ask.

Invierno 2017

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