Mistakes and Repercussions

I've accepted the repercussions, 
From my choices to my actions.
Forgiving myself and moving on,
Replaced my pain with satisfaction.

The biggest mistake that I had made,
Was putting all of my trust in you.
Not realizing what a crook you are,
Made my worst nightmare come true.

I made it back from hell with you,
From 3rd ward to your convictions.
We lost everything I never owned,
And gained not 1 but 2 evictions.

I know God kept me safe & sound,
As I wandered in the dark alone,
Without His word & guiding light,
My heart became as hard as stone.

I lived so long with a concrete soul,
Pain replaced my well known smile.
All I wanted was to be happy again,
Even if it was only for a little while. 

Drugs induced a temporary happy,
Followed by thoughts of suicide.
Dark dictation arose the question,
Would anyone notice if I had died?

I knew my sons would miss me,
They love their mom so much!
Unknowingly they rescued me,
From that demon's evil clutch!

I picked myself up off the floor,
And flew as fast as I could fly.
To the ones I held responsible,
The two reasons I did not die!

I've accepted the repercussions, 
From my choices to my actions.
Forgiving myself and moving on,
Replaced my pain with satisfaction.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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July 9, 2016 at 1:15 AM
well done. skat
Johnson Avatar
July 2, 2016 at 4:11 AM
This poem describes the very real pain I recently went through. I'm
Ink-U-Script Avatar
July 2, 2016 at 2:50 AM
Wow..very intense...I enjoyed reading this post. It's inspirational to never give up even when you're at your lowest. Great write!
Ink-U-Script Avatar
July 2, 2016 at 4:51 AM
I felt your pain!!!
Johnson Avatar
July 2, 2016 at 4:13 AM
Thank you for your comment! It's literally like I poured out my pain onto paper and made it rhyme.
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