Life is an endless stream
Of thoughts
Words
And actions
Some by design
Or on impulse
Decisions
Good and bad
Trial and error
Is the epitome
Of what it means to be
Perfectly imperfect
Reflection
Is like a carousel
Spinning round
And round
Vacillating on
What could
Or should have been
Years pass
The specter of regret
Sets in like concrete
Strangling the soul
With resentment
And sadness
The only way out
Is to forgive
And forget
The reward...
A clear conscience
Open to empathy
Understanding
Love
And forgiveness