All the hurt, all the pain,
all those unspoken bruises
let them go.
Bundle up those stalks,
the ones that cut so deep
with their thorns sharper than the farmer’s scythe.
Tie them up into a heap so tight that they have no room to breathe
and fling them so far away that your eyes can’t catch sight of where they fall.
Take every ounce of betrayal and every pound of hurt,
toss them together with the gut-wrenching gasps of self-pity and hurl it all into the ocean.
Watch with a quiet sense of pride as the waves swallow the grief.
Let it all go!
Let it fly,
Let it fall on the darkest side of the farthest hill.
Hold only that which matters the most-
the potion of love, tempered with compassion and empathy, enough to destroy
a thousand coffers of sadness.
With that one magic mixture, you have within you the greatest gift of all-
Linking this to Mel’s Microblog Mondays #41