Scouring her memories, she recalled all her faults
The stupidities of youth launched her verbal assaults
But she stood by her actions, owned her mistakes
The beds that she lay in were the ones she makes
He too examined his past, it still made him mad
Could never forgive himself, not even the slightest tad
Those times replayed had become his obsession
Dragged past anxiety down into deep depression
Forgive yourself, she said, to make him feel better
But something inside him just wouldn’t let her
Help him to see the brightness he’d once seen
To pull him back from the darkest extreme
She’d tried her best but saw a lost cause
Left him alone to heal his own flaws
He still cries for her, even these years later
Telling himself that he will always hate her
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to share some of our passionfruit and will take to school for Dylan, We have so much we can’t eat it all.
I like the thought-provoking newsletters I’m signed up for. Some are fun, practical, others political. Today, I read a fun one about deciding what to celebrate each day.
Today I forgot to bring my lunchbox from home, so I’m celebrating getting my yummy lunch from Oasis and the chilli burning the inside of my cheeks will remind me of this all afternoon!
I’m also celebrating going to Central to buy a new one, and then coffee and reading! Woohoo! Every day is a celebration.
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