Looking All The Way Back

It all makes sense,
But only as a whole:
She shaped her choices
Playing at a role,
A role she learned
When very, very young,
Upon which, since,
A framework has been hung —-

The grownup doesn’t see
The child’s choice,
Ensuant interplay
With girls and boys;
Relationships, and why
Bad things felt right —-
The changing of, that takes
A steady light.

If failure is a teacher,
Yes, we learn:
And though we feel
Destructive or inept,
We have to learn our
Young self to accept,
The first step in forgiveness is
Our turn.

The year grows old,
But she’s still looking back
To find the spot where
She got off the track,
Because, she knows,
That “settling” is not
A trap in which
She is forever
Caught.

And though it seems
A marathon, a climb —
When we untangle knots,
It just takes
Time

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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