I set it down
just a minute ago…
that Grudge I’ve been holding
Now, where did it go?
It’s not in my baggage
of Past Hurt and Pain.
nor is it in Pride.
Is it hiding In Sane?
Without it I just won’t
know what to do
on that some-day day
When I bump into you.
I might have to accept
that this is the end
of the heart-to-heart combat
of used-to-be friends.
Sometimes we nurture our grudges as if they are our children. We name them and hold them dear to us. But what might might happen if we forget where we last saw them ?
