draft 18 of 5r

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

That’d be barely surviving.

Leaving, my spirit is strong
Though pride’s infamy whirls down a drain of wounds.

Rewind. Fast forward. Snippets play smiles that were licked chops.
My conscience is clear
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 path
My spirit is making
I won’t act forsaken
Some beginnings
Are salvation.
The rest revelations.