Saturday, August 7, 2021

IF ONLY

Sunday Muse #172   Submitted August 7, 2021


IF ONLY

I once kept the grudges and perceived 

mistreatments in life, hurts large and small

in my cage of malcontent, to be reviewed 

when I chose to hold a personal pity party, 


As the years passed, my cage now filled 

and taking long to review, the wisdom of 

my years fell upon me and I opted to open 

the cage and set them all free, my seeds 

of malcontent scattering to the four winds 

and dissipating on some summer breeze.

 

Free at last, the bitterness gone leaves

room for joy, excitement and anticipation

of each new day.  


If only I had known sooner …………..

13 comments:

  1. We were both on the same path in our poems Bev. I love the message in yours and the lines that lead us to freedom. Wishing you a lovely weekend my friend.

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  2. Oh, Bev ... I consider it a privilege to be on the cusp of eighty! Free at last ......... Your poem speaks volumes and speaks our truth.

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  3. “bitterness gone leaves
    room for joy”

    That is so true.

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  4. It may be old age forgetfulness that lets those birds go their way. I liked the digital art job of filling the cage.
    ..

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  5. Oh yes, our spirits fly much more lightly once we let go of the past. Wise and lovely words, Bev.

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  6. Yes, you and all the rest of us of a certain age! ;-)

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  7. As long as the writer finally came to her senses. I'm happy for her.

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  8. Yea! A poem that leads to a deep breath and a certain lightness. :)

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  9. I think there comes a time when one has to open the cage and let things go, carrying it all around is a deep burden. Set yourself free, words of wisdom.

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  10. Oh yes, the freedom of letting it go. Not always easy to do.

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  11. This is so engaging Bev, so full of wisdom. I do not hold on yo the hurt done to me — but I boil at the hurt we humans do yo each other, and our natural world. I can abide pain, but no room for stupidity. This is a powerful poem Bev. I can only find freedom of release deep in the wilderness, where I can pretend we haven’t screwed it all up. I ferl quilty ferling too happy for too long — because I know what we’ve done. I ramble don’t I — sorry. But I am truly happy for you my friend. Glad you found your release. 🙂

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  12. I love your description of freeing things no longer of service. Lovely!

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