Captured

I held on to it So I became a withered flower, It flamed, burned; its ruin I couldn't quit, Tense, raging, raining like a shower, On vacation went all my glee, For pleasant and sour I couldn't demarcate At my solemn depth it pitched its tent, and I, none could placate ; So it held on to me. I held on to it So I became a road bump, For my spring of joy turned a snary pit, Where all unsavoury met to dump, Tons of thoughts of pleasant mischief took strolls on my indignant mind, Of hate and fury ;my victim found no relief, I sought no escape, so I didn't find I fastened the bounds of my captive, So I became one too; a lawful captive. When I let it go, I swam in bliss, I couldn't fathom the unspeakable peace It too let go of me, I ceased to be a captive, A captain I became, one so active. For how long would you hold on to that hurt, that thing that has left a scar on your psyche? Harbour it no more, unforgiveness is like an eye problem, it will make you blind to the brighter side of life. Let go and let God! #Yourbrokenheartcanbemended [sponsors]