Handles on this...

 

 

Just when I thought I had handles on this

I could soften my guard behind false confidence

 

Just when I found humble pie insipid

Exempt from this blind side and firmly in its grips

 

 

 

Cause I'm seduced by reaction

And under the influence



I'm slipping again

I'm up to old tricks off my wagon

I have no defense

I'm wreaking havoc

Wreaking havoc and consequence

 

I get reduced by my own willfulness

As I reach for my usual God replacements

Cause I am rich with sanction

And lax in my steps

 

 

 

I'm slipping again

I'm up to old tricks off my wagon

I have no defense

I'm wreaking havoc

 

If forgiveness is understanding

Then I offer mea culpa for the millionth time

From this toppling house of cards of mine

 

I am beaten by my impulsiveness

By this uncanny foreshadowing of regret

Cause I'm repulsed by restriction

At least that's my excuse

 

 

 

Much love to my sweet nieces and children who lovingly gathered and placed these flowers once the gravestone was firmly in place. Your tender hearts heal mine.