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I was once a castaway Of an unforgiving sea I made a castle in the sand To ease the pain in me I made the ramparts ten feet tall The walls were four feet thick I filled the moat with lots of sharks I built it brick by brick I walked the walls most every day No rescuer about But I did not want folks to come in I wished to keep them out! The sand was cast in hate you see The mortar my foe's blood I repaired the walls quite often 'coz My inner tears would flood Within the walls, a prisoner, My anger was my meat My only water my own tears They washed about my feet Finally the water rose, From weeping, o'r my head Their waves erroded at the walls And the SEA was fed! Whilst the walls were quickly shrinking A tide, like floods, came in! All the sharks went out to sea, My destiny was grim! I made a fine, tall castle, yes, Of sand & shells & grout To shelter me within? Oh no! To keep my loved ones OUT! And others unforgiven. And the ones I hated. And other prejudices, yes, That went on unabated... And so I found a Mighty Rock Upon which I stood. I finally found life's meaning, *YES! I finally understood!* Forgiveness? A DECISION. To put pride on the shelf. And freeing up your fellow man You  become FREE YOURSELF. Though for years, I drank my tears, My thirst was never slaked. And hatred's fused & melted sand Does not a DIAMOND MAKE. SoulSurvivor (C) 4/3/2017
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Castaway Castle
I was once a castaway Of an unforgiving sea I made a castle in the sand To ease the pain in me I made the ramparts ten feet tall The walls were four feet thick I filled the moat with lots of sharks I built it brick by brick I walked the walls most every day No rescuer about But I did not want folks to come in I wished to keep them out! The sand was cast in hate you see The mortar my foe's blood I repaired the walls quite often 'coz My inner tears would flood Within the walls, a prisoner, My anger was my meat My only water my own tears They washed about my feet Finally the water rose, From weeping, o'r my head Their waves erroded at the walls And the SEA was fed! Whilst the walls were quickly shrinking A tide, like floods, came in! All the sharks went out to sea, My destiny was grim! I made a fine, tall castle, yes, Of sand & shells & grout To shelter me within? Oh no! To keep my loved ones OUT! And others unforgiven. And the ones I hated. And other prejudices, yes, That went on unabated... And so I found a Mighty Rock Upon which I stood. I finally found life's meaning, *YES! I finally understood!* Forgiveness? A DECISION. To put pride on the shelf. And freeing up your fellow man You  become FREE YOURSELF. Though for years, I drank my tears, My thirst was never slaked. And hatred's fused & melted sand Does not a DIAMOND MAKE. SoulSurvivor (C) 4/3/2017
I've been writing a book about my Scientology experience. And in doing so I found I had a root of bitterness in me. Not only towards Scientologists, but toward a lot of people who have hurt me in my life. It cost me a great deal of mental anguish. I ended up making a decision to forgive again. Throughout my Christian walk I've had to do this. Forgiving others is not an option. In order to be forgiven by God, you must forgive other people. Think of all the ***** rotten stinking things you've done to others I thought to myself. They may not have forgiven you. But you still need to forgive them. And forgive yourself while you're at it! So I asked God again to give me the willingness to forgive. I made the decision to forgive. And I do forgive. Forgiving does not mean forgetting. You don't let people hurt you over and over again. All it means is that you are relinquishing them of the debt that they owe you. And you, in turn, are forgiven of the debts you owe as well. Unforgiveness is like self-administered poison. It can cause all kinds of diseases. Cancer is caused by stress. Arthritis can be directly attributed to unforgiveness. One of my major problems physically is osteoarthritis. And there is a strong possibility that I may have cancer. I do not wish to have either of these things obviously. So the first medicine I'm going to take is spiritual.... That's why I call myself SOULSURVIVOR. I'm writing and reading on the internet again, obviously. See you soon!
SoulSurvivor
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
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