Relief

You can’t find relief…
In reasons non existent;
In predicaments ill-explained.

There’s no relief.
In trying to peer over lofty walls.
With feet on tiptoes,
and necks sorely craned.

Relief isn’t found…
In wishing upon droplets
that explode as they meet the ground.
Everytime it thundered,
and then rained.

Relief is in the trove
when the heart lets go.
To acknowledge the mistake,
to move on…
And commit fully to the lesson gained.

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard

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