365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-Three

it is hard.
to think of good.
and the future.
instead of.
how much I miss you.
how stupid I was.
to hurt you like that.
no matter how much pain.
and indecision consumed me.

being an adult is hard.
not lashing out.
as children do.
I have taught my son.
fairly well.
but have trouble abiding.
by my own lessons.

I will not beg.
it does no good.
and I deserve.
my punishment.
love is a thing.
I have not been taught well.
patience and forgiveness.
serve me better than hate.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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