I am remorseful, because of all the things I’ve said,
the things I meant
the things I thought
the things I forgot
the things I’ve done
the things I’ve yet to be committed
the things I’ve caused
the things I’ve made you say
the things I’ve made others say
the things I seem
Rueful for all the things, I didn’t say
the things I didn’t do
the things I didn’t ask
the things I didn’t act on
the things I didn’t give
the things I didn’t take
the things I didn’t express
the things I didn’t correct
the things I didn’t portray
the things I didn’t see
To apologize is offer an excuse,
an explanation for the lack of harmony.
But what is it when internal discord to blame.
How does my mind offer an excuse to my heart?
How would the heart begin to hear the mind?
The languages they speak are not of the same root,
to parlay is futile like the rock speaking to the sky
or the bird to the fish.
But just as they, my heart and mind co-exist in this frame
a work of flesh, chemicals, spirit;
a heap of states of being all coinciding in one instant.
With a purpose not quite defined nor a path quite illuminated.
So I apologize to myself, but I will not begin to explicate my journey,
I will not question the decisions made, only reflect on the past
You & I must let it go…….