Red, like the lava that boils inside the womb
of our earth, our home of abundance.
The anger is held inside the heart
and the question remains to be asked.
Why do some hold onto animosity with all their might?
As if it were the life line that made them whole.
Are they trying to prove something to others,
or only to themselves?
We are travellers, who trek upon the earth herself,
One falls into a pit of anger,
another into a pit of anxiety.
Yet in the neighboring pit of fear
lays one more
and the pit to the right houses
someone lost to disease.
In the midst of fingers pointed
broken hearts, and dried out eyes,
I'm here to strip this ugliness off my bones
To say "I'm sorry" to all I've denied,or hurt.
Pits open up and swallow us whole
and we burn away with rage,
as we believe we've been wronged
and try to crawl out of there.
But with disgust for our fellow traveller
whether it be one or one hundred
the web woven of vindictive thoughts
holds us down with the weight of our frozen hearts.
So, I am here to say
I am walking away
away for the pain, away from the fear
away from the hopelessness,
that once was me.
I am done with the rage and playing the blame game
done with betrayals, and frustrated tears.
As I welcome the light into my heart.
And if the ground crumbles below my feet
to swallow me into it
with the love in my heart
I will find a way to stumble out.
(and I hope you will too)
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Submission Name: Travellers
