Hear The Words I Cry

Take me evil souls,

Don’t hear a word I cry-

I’m too slow to make a sound,

You’re too slow to ask me why-

I took the route less traveled,

I took the road unpaved.

I am a seed unraveled,

Perhaps, to bloom another day.

…

I can sit here on this earth,

Mumbling “ifs” and “whys” to myself,

Or I can choose to keep growing.

Kicked up dust will settle down

Caring not of all my grief.

So I’ll find it in a box,

Treasure chest of pure relief.

-Forgiveness is a gift, I give myself.

~Feather🕊tales