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Had I a genie in a jar, who’d give to me a wish,

Bad choices I once made would be undone.

Thoughts and dreams and lovers’ schemes--no special rhyme nor reason,

Would !POOF! be gone, and I could see the sun.



Instead, I focus on today and try to make it through.

My heart can take just so much guilt and stress.

I motivate myself with goals so radiant they shine,

And thank my God because I am so blessed.



I alone find fault with me.  I was only seventeen.

My eggs all in one basket that I dropped.

Ambitions, plans and dreams I honed were put high on a shelf.

When I met him, my life then somehow stopped.



Call me coward’s yellow, sir, or simply know the truth.

I loved him more than ever I loved me.

It took long years to set aright the mess I let get by.

I have regrets but now at least I’m free.



And so I write these letters to myself to try to keep

Reminding me of how far I have come.

I like to call my letters a poetic therapy,

They keep my heart from coming quite undone.