good stuff
I love to write. This is the beginning of a new poem. Maybe if I'm not completely musically challenged, I can attempt to set it to music over break. Chyeah!
I wish I could find the words
To tell you how I feel.
Alas, my hands are bound and
My tongue tied.
I cannot write to you
Nor speak to you.
I want to let you know my mind
But my own pride shackles me to the wall.
Hmm, interesting stuff. Tell me if you like it, love it, hate it. Tell me something. Ciao.
posted by Danielle @ 8:57 PM
1 Comments:
Already it sounds like something that almost anyone can relate to. Everyone has had their pride get in the way of resolving some sort of issue or mending a wound.
You get to the point, however, when you realize that it takes so much more energy to hate someone than it takes to forgive the person or let yourself heal. Some people absolutely don't deserve forgiveness, but you forgive them anyway to release that negative energy.
But that's just me...let me know how the rest of it turns out :)
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