Lawrence S. Pertillar
Only Those Who Do It - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
And with fears to disgard...
As they cross a bridge,
With a rounding felt in their hearts...
Can say that a burning of it once crossed,
Had for them a benefit and not a loss.
And yet others perceiving this act done to do,
Are not the ones who had faced to go through...
A healing of wounds with a doing to mend,
To accept without regret...
The steps they had to take for a pain to end.
Never repeating the agony again.
To leave others behind whining about a process,
That has left them limited...
Not to experience a progress.
Although abundant in innuendos and gossip expressed,
They keep to themselves.
With beliefs kept possessed...
Someone who has left them to grow has wishes to return.
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