Is there willingness in bitterness?
For everyone?
how little it takes
to undo
such good will
such hard work
such time
if I give up on
self-pity,
must I give up on
self-hatred as well?
it's your glass
if you say it's half-empty
I can't correct you
but can't you see what poison you bring to this garden?
And you on the other hand
you who could intervene
I don't blame you, nor Brutus, nor Judas,
you have your own alliances to maintain
A cry for a dying man does him no good but
I do take cold-shouldered comfort in your silence
Because I know that you're conflicted
and that's half as good as help
Is there willingness in forgivelessness?
For everyone?
The plant may grow from the seed you sow
And still grow wilted and withered
Is it enough to know that it was ever born
Or does it kill you to see it delivered
Things happen, of course, and you dust yourself off
Do your mourning before the death
So that once it's gone you can simply move on
And not exhaust in emotional debt
So sever these ties for we know what divides
We can't heal without letting go
When it all comes out beyond a shadow of a doubt
You still know all that you used to know
Point | Counterpoint
September, 2022