Mistakes = An Erasure of Poetry 1

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.” Neil Gaiman

I said horrible things to her realised how much our friendship matters.

We spoke harsh words to each other came together tonight, both of us grace-filled and sorry.

I let insecurity guide my decisions have a clarity now, that wasn’t there before.

I ignored him when he wanted to talk remembered how much his words mean to me.

I ruined a perfectly good afternoon with my high expectations realised the value of what I have.

I made a judgment as soon as I saw them remembered the strength and value of embracing differences.

I decided I knew and disapproved of their motives realised just how little I knew.

I wronged them with my actions said “I’m sorry” and “I love you”.

I turned my back to their pain couldn’t ignore it any longer.

I criticised my every move finally came to accept and love myself, mistakes and all.