Remarkably, I seem to have moved past it
Even though I’ve had much occasion for it.
Goddess witness, I’m an imperfect woman
Regrettably (sic) being only human.
Even so – I have sorrows enough, and yet
They are deeper and truer than useless regret.
(Obviously, today's prompt is: Regret.)
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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