Draft 26 of 5r

Maybe, it’s mercy.
To stay,
I would have hardened.
That’s barely surviving.

Leaving, my spirit is strong
Though pride’s infamy whirls down a drain of wounds.
Rewind. Fast forward. Snippets of smiles
Now are licked chops.
Still, my conscience is clear.
Betrayed.
In the absence of rage
I’m ashamed.
My heart is full
Of all the opportunities
I had to love strangers
Who embraced me, too.
For a moment.

Maybe this isn’t an end
but beginnings.
Hopefully, wisdom arrived
To turn me away
From abandoning  and alienating myself
Because I’ve lost
Some thing.

I, always, have, me-
If I embrace the journey
Created by my creator.
Creatives can’t be forsaken
We love destruction, sacrifice, our people, baptisms, rebuilding
Dedications and renamings
Honoring our moment’s sacred.
Some beginnings reveal us to ourselves.
While others are also
salvation.