I wish it had never happened.
But if it hadn’t happened,
I wouldn’t have my best reasons for living.
95% of it was perfect.
Of the imperfect, 4% was me being human
And 1% is the stuff of which I need to let go.
I will sit.
I will breathe.
I will allow myself to practice.
Please be patient, God.
My hands think they love being cramped into fists.