The Healing Cell — First write

Imprisoned in my memories,
In dark vaulted recesses,
are those who have hated me.
Locked in with their hatred,
Herded together in conspiratorial cells,
They sit remembering every deed and word,
Never forgetting,
Chained by their desires,
Shackled by their intent,
Someday I will free them,
When I have transcended the pain,
Overcome the grief.
I’ve risen above these peaks of misery,
When my joy has reached its crescendo,
My song has reached the highest heavens,
Then they will be free.
Until then I will visit them,
In the prison of my mind,
and ask of them Why?
Could they not see my humanity?
Could they not see my pain,
Nor feel my sorrow,
Nor reciprocate the love I gave them,
Until then I offer them my prayers,
I nourish them with the salve of forgiveness.
I wash them in the subterranean lakes of mercy.
someday they will be a hallowed memory,
after they transcend their bitterness.

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.