Will I have taken these for granted, these moments,
this life? Will I reach the next beginning, and
carry regret into the new light, the first light?
I was gifted a million opportunities to appreciate
this blink of an existence,
I will promise myself until these knees are bloodied
and my tongue is swollen, that I will live
with eyes opened wide, and a heart
that never closes. There is no where else to start
but here, I have no more time left to waste.
For the thousands of moments waiting,
I see you, and I will cherish you
as you've always deserved. Forgive me,
please Forgive me, for every unappreciated
second, for every time I forgot
to thank you outloud.
What would you say to the moments waiting ahead? To the ones left behind? The mistake moments that you don't think you'll ever let yourself forget. The moments where you felt shamed and insignificant, just plain unworthy?
What about, "I'm sorry"?
What about, "It's okay"?
What about, "You're enough"?
What if you got face-to-face with the memories of those moments when you told yourself you weren't good enough, and instead you said, "I know you were here to teach me something, and even if I still don't know what it was, I'm grateful for the wisdom now within me that will help me through the future."