A Poison Tree

The poem A Poison Tree was an interesting way of looking at the idea of forgiving and forgetting and the consequences of holding to bad feelings and grudges. First, I want to look at the structure though. I noticed that the word at the end of each line rhymes with the last word of the line before it. Each word that rhymes is a word that contributes to the overall meaning of the poem and shows its importance. The first stanza brings forth another interesting idea, that idea being that it is harder to let go of bad feelings a person has towards a person they already dislike, compared to having bad feelings towards a friend. “I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.” It is easier to bring forth those bad feelings when it is a person's friend, but when it is not a friend, it is a lot harder to bring up those bad feelings and get over them. I believe that the tree is all the bad feelings and anger that a person has and the more it is built up, the more it helps the tree grow.“And I watered it in fears, night and morning with my tears; and I sunned it with smiles, and with soft, deceitful wiles.” So, as all these bad feelings towards this foe eats away at this person these bad feelings turn into fears and tears and create a bad person hung-up on hate. The hate is just going to grow until it bares something that will look like it will fix it all; something a foe would want because it came from that person. The last two lines really sum it all up, “In the morning glad I see my foe outstretched beneath the tree.” These last two lines represent the consequences of holding on to hate and bad feelings because in the end, they will just end up full of hate and no longer the person they once were. As a consequence, they let hate take them over and change who they really were, and they changed into someone who might be looked at as that foe that the person hated to begin with. So, in the end, it is better to forgive and forget rather than get caught-up in the bad feelings and become like the foe.

Goodbye To The Old Life...

Goodbye To The Old Life...

Goodbye to 13 teammates that I might as well have called my sisters.

To the team that was the closest out of them all.

To the girls that never let me fall.

To the team that had a perfect season.

To our silly inside jokes and crazy laughter.

To our crazy British accents and car noises.

To the sweat stained, stenched filled bags that we vowed we would never wash.

To the drive and determination during every game.

To the cold feeling of the green grass between our toes.

To the biggest smiles after every goal.

Goodbye to the team I will never get back again, but will always be remember as the girls who gave me the perfect season...

Goodbye to the best soccer team, that I am so proud to say I was on...

Questions about Unity...

Questions about Unity...

Where does unity start?

How does unity really feel?

Why does unity make people feel whole and wanted?

Where is unity when I need it?

Why is unity so important, but the world can't unite?

What is something we can all unite against? Or for?

Why can't we get past the wall in order to unite?

Why does unity end but never really start?

When is unity most important in the world?