Poetry

I sometimes

Wonder if I’m sabotaging myself in certain areas of my life.

And as things begin to grow and mold into something more.

I bring down my fist and crush the clay, and everything it was to become is gone.

And the time and energy to begin again are so great that I walk away, leaving the mess there and not thinking about it again.

As if it didn’t happen, and then right when life gets good again, those memories come floating around, hoping you will accept them and rebuild.

Create where you left off because sometimes life gives you second chances, and it’s probably best to take them and see how it goes.

I wonder what could have been are not a good path to go on and I should know.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes