Flying Soul - Poem by Elena Sandu
The more grudge
the more heavy
A soul would be:
Useless broken wing.
Is it possible to forgive others?
But how to forgive others
if we don't forgive self?
It takes time and is hard,
so hard that we can hear
own voice scorning:
'Why? How could I act so stupidly? '
But there are lucky times
when we can find an answer:
We all do mistakes
maybe we needed to learn something
We may be anger filled...
What helps us to get rid of anger?
We could try to focus on a beautiful thing.
Most simple, like the color
of the sweater or a smartly tied shoelace.
The ceilings, or the floor, a tune or a word..
It wanders a big part of anger away.
For the big hurt takes more time and effort
way harder, but it is not impossible.
A long craddle into the arms of nature,
Sitting on the grass under a tree
watching a river, or the ocean
may take the grudge far into the horizon
Such may be a best healing medication.
Trying to connect, once, I could hear whispers:
'I forgive you humans everyday,
how could you do the otherwise?
Forgive yourself! '
Of course we can't forgive
everything all the time
Able to forgive myself,
Huge happiness fills the void.
No heavy pain
and useful again:
The wings of my soul.
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