Is there willingness in bitterness?
For everyone?

 

 

                                                                     how little it takes
                                                                                          to undo
                                                                     such good will
                                                                     such hard work
                                                                                          such time

 

 

 

if I give up on
self-pity,
must I give up on
self-hatred as well?

                                                                                                                              it's your glass
                                                                                                                          if you say it's half-empty
                                                                                                                          I can't correct you
                                                                                                                              but can't you see what poison you bring to this garden?

 

 

 

 

 

                 And you on the other hand
                 you who could intervene
                 I don't blame you, nor Brutus, nor Judas,
                 you have your own alliances to maintain

                 A cry for a dying man does him no good but
                 I do take cold-shouldered comfort in your silence
                 Because I know that you're conflicted
                 and that's half as good as help

 

 

Is there willingness in forgivelessness?
For everyone?

 

 

 

                                                                                The plant may grow from the seed you sow
                                                                                And still grow wilted and withered
                                                                                Is it enough to know that it was ever born
                                                                                Or does it kill you to see it delivered

                                                                                Things happen, of course, and you dust yourself off
                                                                                Do your mourning before the death
                                                                                So that once it's gone you can simply move on
                                                                                And not exhaust in emotional debt

                                                                                So sever these ties for we know what divides
                                                                                We can't heal without letting go
                                                                                When it all comes out beyond a shadow of a doubt
                                                                                You still know all that you used to know

 

 

 

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September, 2022