Your Choise Others Gain Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A seed of bitter takes its hold,
A story whispered, growing cold.
They say this anger, it must cease,
To find within, a quiet peace.

But how to tame this inner storm?
What shelter keep us safe and warm?
Through steps we climb, a winding track,
To leave resentment on the back.

Perhaps it's when we own our part,
Acknowledge hurt within the heart.
Or when we see another's pain,
And break the cycle, start again.

No magic moment, clear and bright,
But daily choosing, wrong from right.
The mastering, it isn't done
By some outside, but by the one

Who feels the ache, the burning sting,
And chooses hope, on a weary wing.
It's a slow process, fraught with fear,
But freedom waits, when skies are clear.