Time...The Master Healer - Poem by OLUMIDE FAMILUSI
In my heart, in your heart is a tiny space that holds on to the past with a stubborn aggression and bitterness carved out of, oftentimes puke ignorance which builds around us emotions laden with contempt and rage which inadvertently seperates us from the voice of reason and extricates us from the world.
We hold tenaciously unto things from our past with angst and wear a must-kill kinda worn look upon our face.We have that tiger kinda aggression that seeks to tear up everythin in its path and albeit unknowingly engrave the hurt and pains suffered on stones that dont break nor yield which further tears and chips into our core soul gradually.
What first starts out like a joke is inflamed with passion which burns wild consumin every intents on its way.What should have been an easy ride turns out into a desire to kill, maim and destroy.Unconsciously, we kill our emotions by our own insistence and sturbornness to let go and by our attitude, seem to give that impression that, 'Oh, i dont laugh.I'm always moody.Oh, this is the way i am'
Stop short folks! Have you thought for one moment you could be happy again if your willin to let go...and decided to write on sand those who offended you where it could be erased and forgotten? .Why be unhappy when a true word from your heart could save you a lifetime of fear and terror at the sight of your supposed aggressor.
Methinks its about time we started letting go so we can have a new lease, a new breath..fresh, brewed with love and affection towards our neighbours or however they be to us.Its time to get on with our lives and stop countin a whole page of wrongs done by someone to hurt you one way or someways and then we can truly enjoy that fruit of the spirit that comes ONLY from a happy heart that can do all things and ultimately leaving all things..all things to the master healer..TIME
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