That was long before sitting in the backseat of a car made me nauseous.
When the crisp air of a star-filled night stirred excitement instead of the need for a good cup of tea and a cozy fire.
Getting into bed when the birds started chirping stirred a sense of accomplishment, not resentment.
But, relishing in a past- leaves nothing but the falling rain.
I'd rather be still and mesmerize in the current stream that runs past me than look back at where I started from.
2 comments:
I didn't know you had a blog. Some good stuff here. I'm glad you posted it on Facebook so I could find it.
I couldn't read the post here, it's all characters. But I'm wily.
I cut and pasted it into Word and then changed the font so I could read it.
I found a beautiful poem. And so true. Regreting what is gone leaves no room for appreciating what is.
Thanks so much for taking the time. I am going to fix the font error :) I think of you often, btw :)
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