Making Mistakes
I try my best but oftentimes,
Whatever I decide
Is flat-out wrong, a blunder that
I just can’t take in stride.
The plans I make, the things I buy,
The times I’m in or out,
No longer bring me joy, but rather
Fill my mind with doubt.
Compared to other problems,
This might lack some magnitude,
But to me it seems enormous
And it’s messing with my mood.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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