ACRIMONIOUS ACACIA

Who gave that untamed beast the power
To leave me with harrowing memories for life?
Though battered and broken
By his endeavors to consume me, I vow to battle these remembrances – And even that wild monster.

I understand your pain, my dear Acacia. However, I fear that you will miss out
On life’s little pleasures while holding
Onto retribution onto that tall creature.

Pardon, Mother!
What do you mean by this?
Should I not harbor outrage
For how he has treated me?

Think about this: if you were to hold onto your reprisal, Would you have room for anything else?
Neither would you have the space within
To enjoy the melodious chatter of the birds, Nor to relish the gushing winds.

Carve my words onto your mind,
When presented with the two – Weigh.
Bitter emotions are like full stops,
While pleasant emotions are like semi-colons.

Penned By :- Abheepsa Vyas