I wonder sometimes why it is so hard to let go of things, memories, people too. It's like I hold on to the pain and then take it out every once in awhile just to see if it still hurts. Weird.
Maybe part of this is the passage of time. All the kids growing up and away from home. Or maybe my own inability to do the things I wanted and hoped for.
I know, I know. I have a choice. I can either fix it or whine.
PERRY CANYON POETRY Journal entries and some poetry
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