Growth

I’m sorry to my body

I’m sorry to my soul

I’m not sorry for myself

I’m apologetic of my actions

Towards myself.

 

I kiss my fingertips

Hug my arms tight

I broke myself apart

Self-sacrificed and self-pitied

Put myself into molds that don’t fit

Inflated and deflated

Scraped off bits and pieces

That looked like dirt

Wiped away birthmarks and milestones in the name of polishing my appearance

 

Kept people who hurt me

Left people seeing black and white

Hurt people in the name of defense

Stuffed cheap putty on the cracks

 

L I F E   I S   G R O W T H

 

Mistakes are part of the journey

There is no up without down

No light without darkness

No healing without heartache…

 

There’s no need for a fresh start tomorrow.

If life started at conception when I had no thought or will

Then what beginning is tomorrow?

Mistakes have been made since the beginning of time

We do not control the start or the end

We only control the present.

 

G R O W

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful poetry and I agree with your logic.
We do not control the start or the end
We only control the present."
The present is now. Do something now. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Simone Davis]

Real depth and dexterity to your writing, real nice peace, love Fe can be harsh and cruel but it's how you choose to deal with it that matters.x