To Forgive and Rise
Each step, her feet upon the earth did pain,
her troubles like broken glass upon her soles,
and each dragging measure an echo
of all that in regret did haunt;
yet forgiveness eluded her mind,
caught within a maelstrom of self-loathing,
and see no end to it, she,
the eye of the storm.
What she carried was a purposeless weight,
an imperfection of self she could not dismiss,
but as she judged herself, so harshly,
it occurred to her spilled blood changed nothing;
and so she sat upon a rock,
cold immovable stone by the roadside,
and thought she was that stone, cold and dense,
unable to see it whole buried beneath so much earth.
Epiphanies are like butterflies,
almost impossible to catch,
yet when one sits upon your skin so gently,
we, as if chosen and to be en-lightened,
must listen
for epiphanies know what we do not,
and we beneath that buried earth are not free,
for what we judge is but a part, the tip of possibility.
Upon that rock she sat in confusion,
blame her only conclusion,
and so she considered perhaps she could do better,
and regret was perhaps her own tether, holding her back;
she rose to her feet
and for the first time felt no glass beneath her,
instead, knowing this weight she carried, she must forgive,
and allow her potential to rise,
follow what she now knew was within her eyes.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Very inspirational and beautifully penned, Tony. To forgive the self is not an easy task. When one can do so it is like stepping into a new life, a much better life. Well done.
Much appreciaed Phyllis, so pleased you enjoyed the thoughts. have a great day!