An ode to calamity
Well have I played the part of a fool,Wrapt up in selfish misery,
Knowing naught of sorrow's rule.
Too late the light of truth I see,
Where much to my chagrin,
Instead of being lovely,
All turned rotten within.
Alas, tis true. Oh too often we see the problems we've been sowing only when the first fruits come to harvest. I would give all my earthly possesions, sacrifice my very limbs if I could but undo this hurt I've brought to those dear to me. The error of looking always at self is only noticed when you run face-first into your mirror which those who love you have attempted to move from your path. And then not only have you been hurt, but those who care about you are hurt as well. It is only then do you see that the pain you caused yourself pales in comparison to the hurt you endure knowing you've hurt someone dear.
As I emerge from the remnants
of shattered, broken self-pity,
I see reflected in the fragments
A baser shade of me.
As I beg of those I injured
Forgiveness.
I feel the pain they've endured.
Words fail as I seek to express my sorrow. Never has pain been so great as when you helplessly watch yourself hurt a friend. A thousand apologies given for a thousand days I fear would ne'er suffice to mend such a hurt. And yet I, I have done this...I have done it without knowing what it was I did...without knowing until the hurt had been done. All the treasures of the world would be too little a price to pay for a chance at forgiveness.
Like the phoenix from ashes,
So must I rise from this folly.
The phoenix burns anew like torches,
Yet I am not made fresh from this folly.
In time wounds must heal,
Scars will attest to the folly
Yet the pain will be remembered as real.
posted by CEM @ 8:56 AM
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