Bridges Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

The arrow in the heart of the matter
is broken and in my veins I manage to contain
the pulse of the immemorial blossom.

Death lurks behind the promise of birth
and the promise of life is destiny,
for I lean urging for life over an arch.
Only if you know the humility of death
or rather the humiliation;
death is the bridge between mortality and the heavens
and you and I know how bridges tolerate.
In what states have you taken the impermissible?
Do not look forward to a chance at vengeance
or to that guilt would bring the guilty
to you if you are only looking forth to forgive,
for time would deny you the sweets of gladness,
for thatday may not come
A destiny driven by forgiveness is upon the offender
We must only be driven to forgive when our voices
are recognized better than the lies
forgiveness is a valuable thing, a fulfilling thing.
I do not owe you forgiveness but revenge
If you do not own to a sin for which I should owe you forgiveness
Rise brothers and sisters, despite the offense,
withstand and win! A retaliation that entitles you with forgiveness,
for in that the crown of the heart of the offender become a crown of needles.
The malice of defeat issimply to dispirit,
the target is your spirit.
Let not the misgivings for the winnable tire you.
Victory is more trenchant in achievement; in that way
you would have done for fulfilment what makes a loss poignant:
leaving a scar behind, on the touchstone of memory,
then you would have corrected the errors on memory.
If you are born to connect
the past and the future, born to fill a gap,
they shall sometimes tread you, you are strong,
you are a bridge.

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