A poem of sorrowful forgiveness |
Along the path, the man did walk completely and utterly alone the rain that poured was not ignored by the man with a somber tone. He continued along the forested path as a tear slid down his cheek he decided then that he would never again return to his home that week. The man had a deformity across his face that caused one eye to be blind throughout his life, he knew toil and strife from the people who would constantly remind. Not a day passed by without a comment or jeer about the man's deformation he was left and forgotten by the people who taught him that life would always reject him. The trail was muddy from the storm that ensued but the man didn't really mind it seemed like the rain understood all his pain with its touch that was gentle and kind. All of a sudden, the man lost his footing and fell below towards the ground his head was met by a sharp stone that was wet from the rain and blood now around. His arms and legs refused to respond to the signals that urged them to start the voice of fear spoke into his ear and completely engulfed his heart. The man soon stopped with the futile efforts as he accepted this writ of fate the rain had betrayed the man dismayed as time began to grow late. A tear rolled down his birth-marred face and mixed with a stream of blood he closed his eyes and said his goodbyes to the world, the rain, and the mud. "I do not hold a single grudge on the ones who battled my pride they had no clue what their remarks would do to the soul that rested inside." He could struggle, he could fight, but why the waste? his energies always ran dim he hoped his soul would meet its goal and arrive at a better place for him. The man's journey through life was finished as he lay there broken and done he forgave them all who had held him in thrall as he and the earth became one. |