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<![CDATA[YWN Coffee Room » Topic: Forgiving]]> http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/ en Fri, 24 Jul 2015 17:54:50 +0000 ZeesKite on "Forgiving" http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/topic/forgiving#post-221407 Wed, 09 Mar 2011 21:11:29 +0000 ZeesKite 221407@http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/ Sorry, folks. Could be she copied it from some publication. But it sure sounds (looks) great! HaLeiVi on "Forgiving" http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/topic/forgiving#post-221397 Wed, 09 Mar 2011 20:47:57 +0000 HaLeiVi 221397@http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/ ZeesKite, That poem makes me flyHigh2Sky! HaLeiVi on "Forgiving" http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/topic/forgiving#post-221388 Wed, 09 Mar 2011 20:32:45 +0000 HaLeiVi 221388@http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/ She was afraid to make a real poem, because then it'd be a nursery rhyme. observanteen on "Forgiving" http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/topic/forgiving#post-221361 Wed, 09 Mar 2011 19:37:01 +0000 observanteen 221361@http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/ Whoa! Zees, this is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!!! LOVE IT!!! I think I'll print it and keep it. Been there done that. I didn't forgive a girl, and when I finally did.... Whew! What a relief! This poem really illustrates this point. Gosh, it's AWESOME!! I wouldn't believe though that ur daughter is a nursery kid... ZeesKite on "Forgiving" http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/topic/forgiving#post-221345 Wed, 09 Mar 2011 18:55:42 +0000 ZeesKite 221345@http://www.theyeshivaworld.com/coffeeroom/ I indicated elsewhere I no nothing about poems, how to read them, write them, understand them. My daughter, though, is brighter than me (parents aren't jealous of children). She made this one up (again, without giving away ages, say she made it in nursery). I think she mentioned that this poem is free style, or something like it. The disbelief The absolute horror of the Moment When you so flippantly Switched off the light And my world Turned dark. My heart- A shriveled autumn leaf Crushed carelessly underfoot. I hung still Lifeless Disillusioned Like a flowering plant Torn from its roots. Shocked. My face’s fiery color Betrayed the hurt, Rage, Shame, Burning within me Coursing through my veins. I trembled Fists clenched Furious. Finally, The waves of shock Gave way to A flood of fury That congealed into A hard wall of Icy Resentment. Each encounter rankled, Festered old wounds, Added to their weight. It multiplied, Snowballed, Until a huge boulder stood Where a pebble once lay. I was crippled by it My back hunched Sagging under its weight. And still, It grew. It blocked the sun Out of my face. Threatened to etch a frown On all my days. And still, It developed. It exhausted me Sapped me of my vigor Consumed my heart Squeezed it, Crushed it, Pulled it taut About to collapse But I was blind. Blind to your plea For understanding Blind to the strife I was causing. To the discord I was creating Blind to the anger The destructive forces Consuming me Blind to your pain To my pain. Yet, somewhere, Deep within A storm raged An excruciating turmoil A relentless battle Pulled me, And dragged me From side to side. When I finally conquered, Scaled the wall, Overcame, The sun began to shine anew Melting the wall between us Transforming it into a Flowing stream of Calm. I reveled in the warm Sensation of Smiling Warm water swirling around, Liberated from the grips Of a domineering master Named Revenge. I remained free To laugh, To live again. Optimistic, Relaxed, Serene. The birds sang. The flowers blossomed. And I knew I received a gift The gift of giving The gift of forgiving.