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08 Apr 2013 4 Comments
in April 2013, poetry Tags: changes, choices, life, regret, sorry
Perhaps I should be sorry
maybe there should be regrets
but I find I can’t seem to be
and regrets are a waste of time
Once the choice was made
needn’t bother to take it back
for it remains in the forever
and there is nothing else
Change a life ruin a life
what difference does it make
nothing to be done about it
once it takes flight
Still not sorry
without even one regret
in that one small instant
the moment that we met
12 Apr 2011 4 Comments
in April 2011, poetry Tags: emotions, memories, past, regret, shadows, strength
And lo though I walk through this life with no regret
the shadows they follow me still
the past is gone but unforgotten as yet
it lingers at the corners against my will
And lo though I walk knowing it is better now
the stitches of the wounds remain
to completely erase rewind forget somehow
these things I cannot yet attain
And lo though I walk in love and light
the darkness that once was creeps in and out
even though I resist with all my might
just a little twinge just a little doubt
And lo though I walk renewed and stronger
the shadows remain just out of reach
wishing them gone to be here no longer
but there are still lessons they must teach
13 Mar 2011 2 Comments
in March 2011, poetry Tags: freedom, love, rebirth, regret, renewed
To be free of the past is a step at a time
there’s no determining reason or rhyme
different for all harder for some
the journey to what it is we are to become
Leaving behind those who were lies and pain
regaining what it feels like to be once again sane
time passes slowly healing in moments and what is true
turning once again making brand new
Those who have hurt you those who have lied
free now to turn and leave them aside
the love of someone who means it replacing the past
free in mind free in spirit freedom has come at last
The journey while painful teaching so much more
opening the soul to what is now in store
all of the past removed as if it were dead
looking forward now to only what is ahead
Deborah Horton Writing 