My Friend, Bitterness
A poem.

I believe a pen and paper
Are therapeutic,
But not as much as the
Ability to change the composition of something
Change its physical make-up
Make it so it can no longer function
Become its master,
Make it beg to exist
Show it what’s what,
Limit its dreams
Right now I’m stopping myself,
Holding back the fists —
The punches they long to throw
Pushing down the desire to destroy
I want to end something
I want to kick it, stab it
Smite something until is has no active parts
Limit its abilities,
Make it mine
While a pen and paper
May seem like a cure-all for some,
There are others whose first reaction is to act
A call to arms internally,
The impending wrecking of a home
I want to destroy those memories
They keep calling out, beckoning
Suffocating all the light I surround myself with
I need to end them so I can breathe again
Bitterness festers if you let it,
I know because mine has
Every day I want to know
Just how I can let every speck of it go
Remedy me,
This relenting feeling is strong
I’m longing for peace from this demon
While every day I feed it a little bit more
I’ve got to be able to even the score
Let me show it its end
Let me be myself again
This pain will leave my bones,
The rattling gone
Let my spirit fly high
The animal dead inside,
The claw marks will eventually fade
As the scratching will be done
I will be able to start fresh
As scars plague my visage, will I live
Thriving in the absolute knowledge
That I have done the right thing
And ended the ongoing hate once and for all
About the Author: My loves are Jesus Christ, rock climbing, photography, classic novels, the Nationals, Scooby-Doo, and the Killers. For more, follow me on Instagram here.
