“Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.” Carrie Fisher
It was easier to be angry
For the pretend power.
I would harden my heart
And never be hurt again.
Funny thing is,
I did get hurt again.
Anger covered up the pain
I kept trying to push away.
Anger grew and solidified
Into a boulder of resentment
So slippery, nothing could stick to it.
So big, no one could get passed it.
Not even me.
Until, I started to find me again,
And I started to like me again.
And then, I started to love me again.
And I prayed
For the willingness
That thing I couldn’t bring myself to say.
The F word.
Not just for those who hurt me,
But for me, too.
And willingness came
And blew away the dust and debris
Allowing the wind and the rain and the sun
To flow into the cracks
And work magic.
The boulder began to break apart
Opening a path for love
To make room
For something so much better.