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Its lifes lesson mistakes,  pain and heartache, harsh lessons but still lessons we often fail to learn
Love and light
Ron xx

hello dearest Ron life lessons are difficult it's hard learning who you really are not who people think you should be... we are each unique unto ourselves we can not fit into a mold... thank you for sharing your thoughts here ❤

 Blessed write ... Bless and love ... ..

thank you graciously dearest FeNyX bless and love 💕

this is fantastic. sometimes i feel like i'm reliving the same experience over and over and I think, too, how much more do I have to "learn" before I find the things that work for me? i love the idea of sharing a cup with sadness. like you're familiar with it, you're old friends. I can't wait to read more from you!

hello dearest poet first let me say welcome to du... thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts on this poem with me yes sadness and I are dear friends... I deeply appreciate the love on this write 💕

Wow!
     disheartened I weep
      I'm not quite who I want to be
So much truth in this.
Beautiful work!

good morning dearest poet thank you graciously for the love here ❤

.....your words have a gentle fierceness and your verse hurts so good...pure poetry!

hello dearest poet you always make me smile thank you 💕

Firstly, you haven't failed anything; you're still learning, so stop asking yourself how you've failed. Secondly, what you're learning is letting go. One moment at a time, one incidence at a time. These thoughts, they want to be seen and heard, that's all. With each thought, pay attention, thank it for coming, think upon it - 'what did it teach  me'? Then thank it and release to the aether.

You have not failed, my friend. You are anything but a failure.

good morning beautiful Vati thank you for lifting me up you have a beautiful soul...I know the thoughts come while I am quiet because they need to be heard... I do my best to release them to the aether it's sometimes difficult though... I deeply appreciate your understanding heart 🌹

"I still ache with past regrets
I wonder [why] I can't let them go" this line spoke to me (with only a minor adjustment from that to why, unless "that" has a special meaning). But I often do that to myself too, I linger in the emotion for a while, as if relishing in the torture and then letting go, learning I don't gain anything from it.

It's cross to bear. I've had to learn to forgive myself and whenever I have conversations with my oldest son, I tend to get pulled into those old habits, but I refuse to feel guilt any more.

It's heartfelt piece Brenda  Self-reflective pieces shed light on some many matters in our heart we can only move forward with a better understanding of ourselves.

Thank you for sharing.