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 now become bold