I wonder why some people
Would go through life
Hating and blaming
Storing up in their hearts
Tons and bricks of decaying rancor
Seething spitefulness
That erode and devastate
Loved ones and themselves,
Were they just helpless leaves
Flown by wind and wet by rain?
Have they no will to chose
No mind to weigh decisions, avoid the pain?
Were they like sand thrown here and there
By raging waves, no choice
To drift or fly to great horizons there
Were they just birds in flight, no voice
Whose very stop for aching thirst
Was a destined and fated trap?
I've seen the ones who dared to stand
To fight and will the outcome
Whose battles were more fierce than mine
Whose scars were deeper, how strong they've become!
The ones who ran the race and fell
Undaunted, stood up to ran again,
With every fiber of will and courage,
Faced the battle head-on with grit
No pointing fingers or venomous grudge
To burden the running with it.
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.19.13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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