Someone did me wrong. It was cruel and unjust,
And because it has happened I cannot be free
To enjoy life. I’m anchored deeply in the past.
As I ruminate there I become an outcast
In a world that was once mine. Why can I not be
Gratified instead of feeling utter disgust?
Everything leads me to the place of being free.
Every human has at one time or another
Been betrayed. It’s a part of life. If I respond
Negatively, only more of the same is spawned.
Life is not about this part of human nature.
It’s about dealing with it spiritually.
The betrayal of trust has been experienced
By us all. The thoughts I keep regurgitating
Hold the past to the present. I can’t realize
My incredible beingness if I despise
Anyone else. The suffering to which I cling
Can only be to other folks wrongly dispensed.
Fresh and clear is the feeling that I would prefer.
The baggage is a burden. I can let it go
To the past where it has gone and is there to stay.
Every time that I go there, it won’t go away.
Blame will only stop me from receiving the flow
Of divine grace that naturally does occur.