Under the same sky

Friday was just a Friday
Then along came you
Then Friday became my everyday

Everyday was Friday
When you were in my realm
Everything was possible
Then along came the real you
Then everyday became my Monday

One Sunday
One day
You will slow down
And realize
How much
Your everyday
Is as empty as my
Monday

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Why is it the “Takers” feel they’ve found the perfect solution to a better life, … by embracing the concept of forgiving and letting go of resentments ”

I wish I could be as amazed by such a revelation. The hardest thing about my own day to day existence, is the conflict in my heart. I am a leader, not a follower, I am a giver, not a taker. I hardly ask for help, unless it’s calling TripleA for a tow.

To watch a runaway train bound for derailment, is in my mind is insanity. Staying on that train in my heart equals the death of my spirit, just short of smothering my soul.

I wish I could forgive easily, my life would be so much more open to new possibilities. I did let go of a lot of things, I wish resentment was one of the intangibles that could subside to a quiet, to return to me peace. So until I can do this on my own terms, on my own time, to let you off the hook, I pray for the grace I need to walk tall within my words, my world with out that friendship.