My life choices, my regrets, my faults, my excuses, my inability to stay sober, I needed to let go but my grip was too tight, my hands were getting tired, release was soon to come. I was at war with myself mentally, my thoughts held hostage by regrets from the past, old wounds looked healed but I bled internally. As my grip loosened the pressure mounted, a new beginning, a fresh start, no excuses unless I give them life. My life choices, my regrets, my faults, my excuses, my inability to stay sober, I learned from them, I had to let go, it was time to move on.
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.”
Isaiah 43:18
Move on……
DAME
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