Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #321
How Many More
by Belinda Roddie
How many more of these stupid mistakes
can I make before it all goes to rot?
It's not enough to have all the heartbreaks -
they have to linger like a searing hot
welt across my chest. I wish I could stop
attempting to control the things that I
am only meant to manage. Am I not
capable of stepping back. Can't I try
to trust those who create the things I teach?
I thought I'd be better at this by now,
and yet, the line I want to walk in breached
by my own careless. While I know how
to fix my habits, that's only the start;
actually doing it's the hardest part.
by Belinda Roddie
How many more of these stupid mistakes
can I make before it all goes to rot?
It's not enough to have all the heartbreaks -
they have to linger like a searing hot
welt across my chest. I wish I could stop
attempting to control the things that I
am only meant to manage. Am I not
capable of stepping back. Can't I try
to trust those who create the things I teach?
I thought I'd be better at this by now,
and yet, the line I want to walk in breached
by my own careless. While I know how
to fix my habits, that's only the start;
actually doing it's the hardest part.
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