There is no scarcity principle
When it comes to self compassion
I get so fed up
When I make the same mistakes
Again and again
Every time I err
I have to summon every last ounce
Of forgiveness and courage
So as not to retrace the familiar path
On which I parade my shame
Life is not a simulated game
With limited second chances
Or second tries
Our limit is in the skies
God would not deny
My sincere remorse
I thought I would burst through the storm
And there would be Joy and peace
These things
Are there
But I suppose one does not just ‘arrive’
This is the bitter sweet reality of truly being alive
In the sweet acceptance of on going adversity
And continued awareness of the necessary recalibation
And regular reflection
My battle for balance wages
It’s okay to bloom and wilt in stages
His grace is
Constant too
