A Verse

I write,
fill my days with verses,
encapsulating moments—
What is life but sunlit patches where shadows love to perch?
and we, like tilted rain, plummet hard
aching in the descent.
scars serve as teachings,
and mistakes stand tall.
on the podium of “forget and let go”
I do not forget
I begin to contemplate in terms of weight,
I've never carried anything overwhelmingly heavy,
but I've carried immense remorse
of wrong-footed choices;
it weighed a ton upon the heart,
and pain embraced it close, like lovers
I journeyed double the distance,
struggling through troubled waters,
before I lost my oars and boat.
I pen a verse on that as well,
and tag it void,
pretending
it never happened.

©Gracy Judith