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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Headstall's Reflections - 50. Heart's Lament

We all have regrets, and we've all taken our blows.

Headstall’s Reflections

 

 

Chapter 50 Heart’s Lament

 

 

A generation between you and me

Touching, I swear it didn't matter

But apart, it collected its fee

Weighting my doubts and making them fatter

 

You knew its effect, though, didn't you

Even when I voiced my feeble protest

You understood how it made me blue

And prevented me building our nest

 

I wasn't lying when I spoke those words

I didn't care, not when you were near

For then my heart scaled the heights of birds

And held at bay, my fear

 

I’m sorry for letting us fall apart

Lack of courage ensured we were beat

I knew deep down in my tearing heart

There were just too many years to defeat

 

I admit my reluctance to fight

That span of time loomed too large

And it seemed common sense to take flight

And let the coward in me take charge

 

So paralyzing was my doubt and shame

That I saw only one thing to do

With good intentions, I take full blame

And keep telling myself it was for you

 

Now our lives move in separate ways

And though the worst of our pain has retreated

My mind is still tortured, trapped in a maze

Remembering those times my skin heated

 

Each day I question my choice

I doubt I’ll ever be sure

As I lay here missing your voice

Diseased soul crying out for your cure

 

 

Dwelling

 

 

Detachment is necessary for survival

And I anxiously await its arrival

There are too many sorrows

And not enough tomorrows

So there’s nothing to be gained by dwelling

Only constant swipes at the welling

Of tears with no chance to dry

It’s hard but we all have to try

To put one foot in front of the next

And ignore the nuance in text

Find reason to have faith in our friends

Even when reality rends

Thanks for reading.
Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
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Gary .. if i had three wishes i'd give them all to you.. i know what the first poem means..  is it really too late.. because if there's a chance.. please please take it.  You dont have say anything...but i do know couple of things about second chances.. 

 

There are never enough tomorrows and that's why we need to live now ... your writing is important .. but you can write anywhere.. 

 

much much love Gary xoxoxxo

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3 hours ago, Mikiesboy said:

Gary .. if i had three wishes i'd give them all to you.. i know what the first poem means..  is it really too late.. because if there's a chance.. please please take it.  You dont have say anything...but i do know couple of things about second chances.. 

 

There are never enough tomorrows and that's why we need to live now ... your writing is important .. but you can write anywhere.. 

 

much much love Gary xoxoxxo

Thanks, tim :hug:

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First of all:  hugs. Hugs multiplied, squared, and taken to the nth power.

Next, let me congratulate you on how well you paint the hurt that goes on even after one chooses, even after the words "it's over," finish echoing in the brain. And the poem Dwelling - the first line concerning awaiting detachment...that spoke to me so very deeply.

If you were detached, I doubt you could move me with your writing....

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5 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

First of all:  hugs. Hugs multiplied, squared, and taken to the nth power.

Next, let me congratulate you on how well you paint the hurt that goes on even after one chooses, even after the words "it's over," finish echoing in the brain. And the poem Dwelling - the first line concerning awaiting detachment...that spoke to me so very deeply.

If you were detached, I doubt you could move me with your writing....

Thanks, Parker :hug: 

:hug::heart::heart::heart::kiss:

 

G-Man, it's so hard sometimes to find words that don't sound cliche...I hope you know how I feel about you...one of the very few who stood by me in real life when I needed it most.  I could so easily have given up.

The words 'it's never too late' may sound corny, but it is both true and a lie at once.  There is a time when it is too late--when the other person is no longer part of this earthly realm.  Until then, all is not lost.  Trust me, I know from sad experience.

An infinity of hugs your way, my dear friend!

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4 minutes ago, ColumbusGuy said:

:hug::heart::heart::heart::kiss:

 

G-Man, it's so hard sometimes to find words that don't sound cliche...I hope you know how I feel about you...one of the very few who stood by me in real life when I needed it most.  I could so easily have given up.

The words 'it's never too late' may sound corny, but it is both true and a lie at once.  There is a time when it is too late--when the other person is no longer part of this earthly realm.  Until then, all is not lost.  Trust me, I know from sad experience.

An infinity of hugs your way, my dear friend!

Thank you my dear, sweet friend... I do know, and I feel the same :hug: 

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