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To Forgive
In this life of short span, a fistful of heart holds a sea full of sorrows. Some true, some not. A hurtful word, a gesture cold or a stance slighting stay with me etched clear on my unforgiving mind. Every time I cross paths with the enemy, my heart compresses with cold and bitter memories. I lose my peace till a plan emerges to wreak revenge. A vengeful heart hurts me too, blinds me to the insidious outcome. My blood races and depression follows. So I try to listen to my inner voice, the divinity that tells me to forget the wrong deed, to forgive the doer, and I sleep on it to let it sync. I wake up from a restful sleep, I feel the calm within myself. I know I am free, for, the dense, drab, and disgusting darkness disappears with the dawning light of soothing forgiveness; the desert of depression dissolves, and brings me closer to the world, to my Maker. Lines:28 Awarded Second Place in "Virtues of Poetry".
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