Life went on
When I was gone.
Brushed off like a piece of dirt,
No one cared that I was hurt.
Time doesn't stop when you step out
It keeps ticking without a doubt.
People forgot about me,
My face they couldn't see
Trees grew and flowers bloomed
Spring drifting on by
Slicker than a spy
Whispered a goodbye.
I insist on making amends. Grudges and judgments do not work anymore. I let go of negativity in order to see and feel the positive energy around me. I have a purpose, a lovely life to live. This hole I once dug myself into…
I shouldn’t have picked up the shovel. I let metal injure soil. Dispersed the nutrients. Exposed carbon. Killed subsurface lives. Broke a strong compound. All for what? A tunnel to China? Hidden treasure? All I saw were dead bodies. All I saw was my heart + brain detached from my body, splattered with soil turned mud from regret.
Now I am repaired. Intact. 110%. Clean of muddy regrets. The hole is filled in, a lump out of place from the smooth landscape. It will take a while to smooth it over. *sigh* Everything takes time.