Here I stand
feeling alone.
Disappointed.
Frustrated.
Was it me?
Was it you?
How did we get here?
These questions
consume.
I want to know
what to do
not to end up
here again.
I spin.
I sulk.
I rack
my brain.
Wondering.
Considering.
Beating myself up.
Rethinking.
Reconsidering.
My part.
Still, no clear
path for control
or prevention.
Then it hits.
This is my pattern
to break,
my choice
to make.
Instead of getting
stuck on “why”
I can choose
“what now?”
No need to
prevent
or fix
or control.
Simply share
my feelings.
State my
intentions.
Move forward
anew.
Lessons intact.
Trusting myself.
Allowing things
to come
together.
To fall
apart.
Believing
that God
will do
His part.