Resentment
Resentment
I am resentful sometimes, though I try not to be
But what I resent is not you or what you have done
It’s what you have done has done to me
Let go, let go. . . famous last words. . .for sure
Though some let go of things that should be secure
And leave behind warmth that could always be
Good advice for some and bad for fools who have none
Think once, think twice, think thrice indeed
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People are always saying to let go of resentment and move on, but that is often easier said than done. Well expressed as always Shannon. So glad to see you writing here.
Thanks, John. This piece here is actually the second stanza of a three or four stanza poem. However, I was sifting through some work while trying to get organized. I came across the poem and decided that I actually like the second stanza better as a stand alone poem. Imagine that. LOL. I constantly edit myself even years later. Some things I still like years down the road and other things not so much. But this one stuck out to me and seemed to say what it needed to say all by itself. So I shared it here.
Resentment is a plague for many, I’ve had my share of it the last 18 years over my divorce, War of Roses and my children tainted and made prejudiced against their father. So resentment took a toll on me, but life moves on, people do as well. It’s sad what the past can do to some peoples present. For many it’s hard to forgive and forget, it eats at our souls. But when forgiveness finally does come through, wow, it sure heals a heart. Mine is now healed. These words from you sure shone through for me. “But what I resent is not you or what you have done, It’s what you have done has done to me.” well expressed. It reverberated in me.
Thank you, Vincent. That’s quite sad when divorce becomes a means for one or both parents to put the kids in an impossible situation like that. They deserve to make up their own minds about their parents separate from whatever happened between them.