Yesterday was hell.
I know,
I made it so,myself.
I took the words that someone said
And turned them into a weapon
I used against my own person.
I couldn't let go,
I wouldn't let go.
I became stuck in a negative mindstorm.
Was the moon in chaos?
Had the past lain in wait
for just that sentence?
I do not know,
And won't wait to dissect
the reasons I went wrong.
Today I will try again,
To treat myself and others
With more kindness.
God knows we all deserve
A second chance, or maybe three,
Or even four...
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