The new year rolled in
as decisions trundled out
on the carpet of resolve.
two in the morning
and I could do without
this nagging army of thoughts.
how many times
I had said
sod them all,
then patience
overruled the battle plan,
with forgiveness
running up the rear guard
mumbling
"none of us is perfect".
To cut the thread that binds
takes a Titan's touch,
but I am just a sparrow
nibbling at yesterday.








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