The Bitter Heart That Holds No Grudge


The Bitter Heart That Holds No Grudge
By: Aaliyah Miller
Hand-picked flowers, wet green grass, fruitful trees and backyard gardens
are nature’s way of entering my mind, my unborn mind that cannot think
clearly yet but can visualize the scenic pictures from my fetal eyes
while my fetal hurt turns bitter, with impatience and longing that
awaits the unseen world but my bitter heart holds no grudge.

God’s maternal temple from Eve, bright ceiling lights, pearl drop smiles
and the warmth of tiny underage hands shielding me from harm is nature’s way
of entering my mind, my post born mind that cannot think clearly still but
sees little scenic pictures from my post-birth eyes. My fetal heart now visible
but bitter with the impatience and longing that awaits my
unseen world through my bitter heart that holds no grudge

Giving July gifts in the early Fall
Receiving July gifts in the early Spring, clueless summer holiday birthdays
and unknown reincarnations is nature’s way of entering my mind, my full
figured mind of womanhood that now I can think clearly and fully see the
scenic pictures though still left is my visible heart now invisible with
hurt and pain from the impatience and longing that awaits God’s temple
from Eve to walk in my unseen world with open arms of love that can be seen
from all: If that time may never come for whatever reason at least I can still visualize
the scenic pictures from my unblind eyes. While my heart awaits the impatience
and lovingness of my unseen world through I’d still have the bitter heart that holds no grudge…

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