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Tom Atkins Apr 2020
Small Adventures

The bridge is rickey, a floating bridge
over a woodland pond. Rarely traveled,
it floods in the spring,
making the passage if not dangerous,
at least a little messy, a place avoided by most.

There is no obvious view, no reason
to cross the bridge in the wet season.
Nothing draws you except curiosity.

For you, that is enough,
rarely content to wonder,
you have a desire to see,
no matter how messy,
where the journey takes you.

This tendency has not always served you well.
At times, there is nothing worth the journey
on the other side
and you are left wet and worn with nothing to show
but the adventure and stories to tell your children,
reminding them you too still have
some of the wildness of youth buried in your old bones.

You are a collector of mistakes,
some of them unavoidable, some of them not your own,
some of them spectacular.
Most barely noticed. Part of the journey,
to collect them like brim on a line,
then let them go at the end of the day.

You cross the shakey bridge. Your feet grow wet.
On the other side is a clearing of rocks and boulders.
You clamber up in the April sun
and take off your shoes and socks
and lie on the sun while they dry.
You will take a new path home, a dry one,
a safe, if somewhat longer one.

But this small adventure has been a success.
For all its mess, there is healing in the sun
that bakes you and the rocks you lie on,
and if the wet path was a mistake,
it is one you would gladly make again.
We all make mistakes. That’s part of what makes us interesting. And at times, they lead to surprisingly wonderful things. Trust me on this one.

If you don’t know what Brim are, they are small fish found mostly in ponds. Takes a couple of them to make a meal. I used to fish for them with my Grandfather in Surry County, Va.
Carmelita Apr 2020
Headstrong, stupid, careless, wrong
Sinful, disappointment, hateful, not strong,
These are the things that describe me,
That plagues and eat away my humanity.

I have made so many mistakes that I have regret,
And these stakes are what I beget,
Driven deep within my heart, it tears me apart,
The pain, the scars, the guilt, the shame,
All I can feel now is just despair,
Will I ever be able to remove these stains?
Why do I feel so drained.

If only, If only, I could go back in time,
I would give even my last bit of dime,
But I can’t, there is no such thing as time machine,
Life is not a dream or fairy tale, this is not Jack and the bean.
I can’t go, but I could only regret
and fret “If only, If only”

But by God’s grace I won’t be lonely,
By God’s grace the darkness would dissipate,
By God’s grace there would be light,
Even throughout the darkest night,

We have all made mistakes, done things we regret,
Wept and been berated,
But where has that led?
If Only, If Only I have always relied on God,
If Only, If Only, my Lord, my God,

But it is not too late, make haste,
God love you more than anyone ever will,
Up above he looks at you here below,
No matter where in the world you may go,
No matter what you have done certain things can’t be undone,
But by God’s Grace you can have the strength to face,
Any evil, any scars, and overcome the past.

So I have learnt to stop saying “If only, If only”
And remember by God’s grace, You, me and we can live boldly.
will19008 Apr 2020
I tried a calculator
to determine just how many
times I've thought of you
over these neglected years

After a few hours it just
laughed at me: ERROR
I had to laugh as well
The ****** thing was right
Nina Apr 2020
‪I guess I couldn't blame you
for breaking my heart‬
‪When you never really knew‬
‪How much i loved you‬
Lily Bajo Apr 2020
I fumbled
I lost your trust
I lied
and spilled the love
Why O why
Unrequited love
I regret, I apologise
I ask for forgiveness.

With a swords length love
you've loved
I cannot spill an empty cup
with a kings heart you love
I will not spill a half filled cup

A letter sealed with a kiss
and delivered to your solitude door
because when one acts the fool
what can another do?
I was unruly, I played *****

I should have given all of me
and let honesty be
I should have moved you in at Parham
and learned to love you better
I did more than blur
A lanscape between two
Perfectly me and you

I take my cross
I take my faults
I cannot blame my weakness for your pain
or cry sorry excuses to make it goaway
I failed you, precious you
I am sorry.
دema flutter Apr 2020
you
you disappoint me
even when I had
expected you would,

you make me learn
my lessons once,
twice
and three times,

you are the morale
of my story
that leaves
me
before I even get to
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Ineffable Soul Apr 2020
Will I ever truly love?
Or shall the feelings forever remain unfelt.
Will I ever find the ability to convey?
Or shall the flutter of my heart.
Continue to throttle the only difference
between the norm and the not.
Will I ever belong?
Or shall the loss persist to be lost.
As each and every mistake
fades into the distance
with an open embrace.

Oh these feelings
and those flutters
woe the loss.
Will I ever - truly love?
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