bookending promises

sacred covenant made
to self
i daintily step ..side step
forwards..retreat
move …nowadays
in life
..
there’s no shame
in retreating when wrong..
..
words can tickle core
when dressed in touching
chords triggering vein bursts
in response of emotional
debris lining insides
why do I tend
to return where it all began
my beginnings …not the very
first ones but when glimmerings
of cognition and retention
sinews and ligaments firmed
mind’s bones
..
have ceased picking bones with life
and past as such ….having made
peace with what swept away under
my to-date span of life … balance I continue
to balance
disallowing
disavowing
whatever topples
serenity
..
my little blue beloved
continues to guide
besides…
am blessed
this way
and have
so many to thank for..
the harsh ones and
strident ones and those quick
with fisticuffs… have survived
and thrived despite of…
I’ve forgiven you
you forgive me
let’s move on
and that is what happens
when words touch…
cut to flesh, needle
bones… I
wheedle
woo
life
..

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