Bitter Seeds

Good Evening, 
I have been so very lax with my blog of late. 
So to make amends I share with you something I have mused over for some time now. A poem I wrote to try to explain why I think we humans harbour and revisit painful memories that we have experienced through others. I personally use them to make me stronger and as a beacon to not inflict such pain on others. 

Bitter Seeds

After the actions those words flow

To deep inside wherein they grow

To tangled weed with twisted stalk

Poisoned words each time you talk

Bitter growth from deep inside

Splits your body-bursts your sides

Out it spews that angered seed

Choking you as vengeance bleeds

Slumped into that wounded heap

Toxic spawn you choose to keep

Grasping at this cruelest past 

Gardening you to make it last

To wallow in your own despair?

Or keep him lingering-beaten there?

To make you stronger day by day

For keeping bitter weeds at bay

By Helen Stallard

November 21, 2014