Hindsight
It’s been a minute since I sat down to write
To be honest,
I was quite hesitate
To recite the
The poetry I call life
Many sleepless nights
And long days catered to insights
I blink and arrive back at that fight
If only our yells and screams had been hugs
And deep breathes
If we could pause arrive back in the moment and reset
If broken glass were dandelions
Scattered across the floor
If I could open up my chest and show you my heart once more
I didn’t want you to leave. But when tongues were used as swords
words became an act of war
And I’m no soldier
I don’t Want to fight
but they say hindsight is the best insight
So…
If I could do it all again.
I’d let you leave
the moment your heart lost faith in you and me.
I still send you love even in my dreams
I pray you are healing your heart
So that broken mirror becomes a mosaic of the pieces that are you,
living art.
Ho’oponopono:
I love you
I’m sorry
Forgive me
I am grateful
Mahalo for your love
Photo: Kyel G. Bracero