The Seer

 A poem exploring if you've suffered deeply, can your pain become wisdom—but only if you choose forgiveness over bitterness, letting go of self-torment, and to stop projecting pain onto yourself and others; for happiness, slow and earned, to eventually return.

(A lone voice whispers)

To you who have swum, filled with misplaced faith, in the deepest of obsidian rivers and streams.

Of the mind.

Brimming with crimson and purple screams of heartbroken dreams.

Of the unspoken kind.

Just know you might, in turn, know the true value of eventual happiness.

From what you've learned and earned.

For you, whose once soft hearts have felt hatred but decide instead to embrace forgiveness.

To extinguish sadness.

Will always someday dance hand in hand with old Mother Gladness.

But those who hang their cherished coattails on internalized judgmental emotional madness.

Will seldom find peace.

For to abandon oneself to wallow in self-torment and grief and project it onto others.

There can never be any soul-saving relief.

Just let it all go.

These are the words of I, Aluna the First.

The blind seer, whose bright, hungry eyes always thirst.

For those still on the lonely journey in a place I once visited called Earth.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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