It rankles within

We try to forget those who harm

With words which cause us alarm..

For it rankles within,

May even cause sin.

Like a snake which may bite or may charm.

A festering wound must be cleaned

The poison is otherwise a fiend.

The cut may give pain,

But while pus remains

Septicaemia  lurks unredeemed.

And as with the body,the soul

Poison will spoil thus the whole.

We must loosen our hold;

Our resentments unfold.

To  perceive all, we must become bold

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