The heart has secrets
Trying to break the fetters
Exhausted , they sleep.
In the morning hour
I sit and sort out rancours
In two distinct heaps.
I’m in no hurry
I take my time to decide
What to throw and keep
Posted by dreamingthruthetwilight on August 1, 2012 in Poetry
Tags: cleaning up, haiku, introspection, purging, rancour