The more grudge
the more heavy
A soul would be:
Useless broken wing.
Is it possible to forgive others?
But how to forgive others
if we don't forgive self?
It takes time and is hard,
so hard that we can hear
own voice scorning:
'Why? How could I act so stupidly? '
But there are lucky times
when we can find an answer:
We all do mistakes
maybe we needed to learn something
We may be anger filled...
What helps us to get rid of anger?
We could try to focus on a beautiful thing.
Most simple, like the color
of the sweater or a smartly tied shoelace.
The ceilings, or the floor, a tune or a word..
It wanders a big part of anger away.
For the big hurt takes more time and effort
way harder, but it is not impossible.
A long craddle into the arms of nature,
Sitting on the grass under a tree
watching a river, or the ocean
may take the grudge far into the horizon
Such may be a best healing medication.
Trying to connect, once, I could hear whispers:
'I forgive you humans everyday,
how could you do the otherwise?
Forgive yourself! '
Of course we can't forgive
everything all the time
Able to forgive myself,
Huge happiness fills the void.
No heavy pain
and useful again:
The wings of my soul.
Elena Sandu's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Flying soul by Elena Sandu )
- Moon's Rebellion, Kewayne Wadley
- African Funeral, onzia dan
- Scavenger, Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa
- Letter To My Rose (Part F), Christian Tobechukwu Okafor
- you and that love thing..., Mandolyn ...
- Hint, hasmukh amathalal
- Our Green Hope, Christian Tobechukwu Okafor
- - On the Longfellow bridge, Giorgio A. V.
- the dishwasher sounds like it's off its .., Mandolyn ...
- The Piano Player, Stacy L. Mar
Poem of the Day
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- Dreams, Langston Hughes
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
- Heather Burns