Some people
Keep a place in their home
For misery.
They invite it to come sit by the fire
And welcome
Misery
Feed them
Fine lies
By hand.
Some people
Keep a place in their home
For misery.
They invite it to come sit by the fire
And welcome
Misery
Feed them
Fine lies
By hand.
Retract your claws.
Release your grasp
On old hurts and regrets of the past.
Those
Wounds left open
And afflicted in you by others.
Wrongs done by you yourself as well.
Misunderstandings and assumptions
Creating resentment in your belly.
Release them into the stillness.
This is not a practice round but you already know that.
And you wonder why,
Oh why
Sweet misery still beds you.
Untie the binds that restrain you from
Reaching.
From touching.
From holding love to your heart.
Do not wait.
It’s a rude awakening
The day you realize you
Handed the ways
And means to your
Misery
Over to others
A long time ago.
Even put on your own handcuffs
And gave your captors the key.
Then waited for
Instructions,
On bended knee,
As to who you should be.