Waking up in tears is a rare occurrence
Never do I greet a new day in a melaconcholy mood
for every brand new day speaks of hope
yet, this very day as I write this poem
I woke up with a sting in my heart
I can't understand the emptiness I feel
nor could I explain its origin
until I get to the core of my being
and begin to question why?
All I realize is a past pain,
the wound which I thought was already healed
the wound that I buried into the recesses of my soul,
forgotten like a treasure in an old trunk
that same wound woke me up in deep sorrow
a sorrow fleshed out like a pus, pestering me with foul smell-
an indescribable pain, that even Apollo himself could never cure.
Oh God of Abraham and Jacob
I know you're the only One
Who can liberate me from this terrible threat to my sanity
Free me from the shackles of unforgiveness
help me to humble myself and acknowledge
that I too am a sinner, forgiven many times;
hence I must forgive too.
For that's the only way to heal my ailing heart
to be at peace with myself.
