(In my continued discarding of all things I'm tossing my notebook that contains scribbles from long ago to now - some were turned into finished products, some just sit as - scribbles.)
On this particular day there was a theme it seems - the same ideas worked and re-worked..
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I’ve been known to slam doors
so hard the world shook.
To burn bridges
And toast marshmallows in the flames
With no regrets.
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I’ve been known to not
forgive, forget.
The burden of your harm sits
on your soul
not mine.
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I’ve been known to lie awake
wandering through my past
Not to relive it but to learn
Not let it go but to nod
at my resilience.
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I’ve been known to not let go,
Tho doors were slammed and bridges burned
The reasons why are lessons learned.
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I’ve been known to let it go
Bridges burned, doors were slammed
The reasons why were lessons learned
I’ve walked away with no regret.
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I’ve been known to love too much
too deep, too long.
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