Chalice in hand, held by unsteady fingers,
Contents bubbling, smell is sickening, guaranteed to make a killing,
Tipped then forced down your gullet, by your hand at your command,
Down goes the poison and now your insides are corroded,
Yet you’re sitting, waiting, for they that vexed you to meet their maker,
Though you’re the one that swallowed it, the world around you quickly fading,
The script been flipped, they were supposed to take the punishment,
Should’ve listened to Buddha in matters of holding onto anger,
You think you’ve got ‘em poisoned but in the end it’s you that ends up suffering,
Bearing that weight to spite and remind them that they are bottom-feeding, no-good, foul little cretins while those joints of yours are straining,
To hell with lifting your feet up, you’re thinking, keep it pressed against their necks,
Choke the life out of ‘em, metaphorically, make sure they never forget,
Do tell, Dear Friend, why hold onto wounds from the past?
How do you expect to heal when you keep picking at the scabs?
You think they’re fretting over sins? They’ve likely moved on from that shit,
Forged new lives, perhaps redeemed themselves, it’s been and done and buried deep,
Maybe they never cared, if your description of them’s accurate then they must be sociopathic,
Those types never give a thought to the chaos they create, they’re a special breed indeed,
Why not go another direction? Turn that anger into kindness?
Forgive then let go instead, finally, belatedly, take your foot off their necks.
You’re likely aghast, wondering why show them any mercy? It’s akin to condoning what they did, miss you with that shit,
You’ve got it wrong, though, no one’s asking you to let it slide,
But are such folks worth the effort required to carry hatred with you all your life?
You got to this point intact but choose to stay mad at ‘em,
You’re not hurting ‘em or beating ‘em, if anything just empowering ‘em by choosing to stay their victim,
Forgive them, Friend, drop the load and catch your breath,
Your time on earth is limited, why waste it caught up in these feelings?
Gotta keep your eyes on the road, the only way is forward,
Can’t look at the rearview for too long ‘lest you get into an accident,
So go ahead, let them go and set yourself free,
Life will be so much better, you’ll see.