The Weight of a Grudge

Why hold a grudge—

a stone in your chest,

cold and unmoving,

pressed where joy could rest?

What does it serve,

this ember of pain?

It kindles no justice,

just smoke in the brain.

You just feel bad,

and heavy and dark,

dragging old echoes

that sap every spark.

Let it go—

not for them, but for you.

Unclench the sorrow.

Let the light through.

Life is too short

to dwell in the shade.

Forgiveness, not weakness,

is where strength is made.

So lift up your spirit,

no need for a fight.

Release what has hurt you—

and walk into light.