Some of the women drove me crazy.
And some I was crazy about
while I was holding on to things
that were really never mine.
And every time I let go of the gifts
they had brought with them
I found myself able to grow a little
as my heart, after it could see again,
was grateful for the journey.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Comments
I enjoyed...
this very much. I felt it in my heart.
I feel the same way, although it has taken me some years to
acknowledge that each of the women that I have shared some of my life with
have left me gifts, and now I recognize them. A very thought-provoking piece.
~ Geezer.
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I’m just getting to that enlightenment
Every relationship teaches us about ourselves and they are gifts even though they may be painful memories.
Great language fitting a short concise poem
Tim