Mistakes
Mistakes were they deliberate or was it not intentional so what's
the point wasting anyone's time?
If one's intentions were true yet the pieces to the puzzle are scrabbled
by past, present mistakes.
Mistakes doesn't single out, trembles and don't becomes deflated
by numerous mistakes made unintentionally are no longer counted,
Yet mistakes are jarring, run deep like a river. Streaming where this
water may flow next? Free will, possibilities one might utter about
mistakes repeatedly, are often reminded by someone you trust
that keeps reminders I told you, when will you learn from being dupable
from these mistakes?
Copyright © Michaela Renee Solomon | Year Posted 2024
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