Ascent From Resentment Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Ascent From Resentment



Feeling torn apart, very pulled down,
No room for a smile, beneath this heavy frown.
Why do I get so low? so close to the floor,
I kick myself a round, then do it some more.

I am my worst enemy during this descent,
Bathe myself in my own resentment.
It’s only when I’m almost below the ground,
That I try to stop the punishing sound.

The helping signal arrives just in time,
I hear a saving voice, which sounds like mine.
The words encourage me to rise,
But I’m nowhere near reaching the skies.

“Pull yourself together, lift yourself up,
Take the charm of life from your own loving cup.
You’ve been so unkind to yourself, time to be good!
You can be nice now, as all men should.”

There’s a reward for all those who try,
To start the ascent, to give the reply.
To be a whole soul again is my intent,
And I begin by burying my resentment.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,lifestyle
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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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