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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
Copyright ©
Katherine Braithwaite
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