Everyday Poem #21

Wishing pain on others for what they

say do believe seek

only serves to keep you

small dark hurt ignorant

and mired in the sticky-deep residual memory

of what they

said did believed sought


Is this where you want to build your future home,

in this hot, dry, hard, arid land


an eye for an eye

allows no grass to grow

on either side of the fence?


Or do you

till after rainfall softens the soil of forgiveness,

one tiny inch at a time,

to rebuild your foundation

knowing that in those furrows

the seeds of your future grow

not from the mental burden of their actions

but the intention of your dreams?

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