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| Sunday, September 09, 2007 |
| Ode to Me |
Rake in all of your choices, pull the decisions from not so long ago.
Look at them carefully, scrutinize, critically, as though with your last breath.
Figure a way to make things right.
Figure a way to ammend the mistakes.
Clean up the mess that you have made of your life.
One can't live in a constant state of regret, remorse and sorrow.
It will stultify your soul.
Laziness abounds.
Any who function here would that they could exsist with out all the hassle.
Surely there is a place to escape where food presents itself for the taking with no work involved.
Surely there is the possibility of lying around in fields of flowers under arched color with out a care.
Is there no sovereign where one can be with out wreaking havoc on another?
Bad decisions in the life of a mother affects all of her children, be they blood born or not.
Bad decisions in the life of a wife affect the husband, his work, his functionality.
Bad decisions in the life of a woman will affect the palpatations of a loving heart.
If in fact a heart presides in that great heaving chest.
The decisions have been made, ground work laid.
One can't help but wonder if one is a glutton for punishment, or if one just enjoys nursing the hot searing pain associated with a broken world.
Its all torrential.
Rotten to the core.
But then, this is something that has been well versed.
This is a page visited once before.
Time to haul your baggage to the curb, realizing it is yours to deal with.
Time for restitution, indemnification, repentance.
You may not be able to fix it.
You may not be able to wave a magic wand.
But, you can pay.
You can always pay. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 10:58 PM  |
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