What We Resist, We Become

I didn’t want to be bitter

When Marriage vows dissolved

Yet that is exactly what I became

I hid it even from myself

Like a red tide, it was 

Just below the surface

And that is my shame

For this, I have no one

But myself to … blame.

Accepting responsibility for 
What I’ve created here,

I lift my new eyes to the horizon

Seeing all of life differently;

I can now choose from variety.

I am not my bitterness,

But I own that it is part of me.

The death grip it has had on me,

My emotions, and my nihilistic behaviors

Loosens. Icy tendrils may persist,

But my heart may once again feel its bliss.


Namaste

 

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