Laura Bon My Own Happiness
As I climbed the Hill
At Rock-berry drive
I remembered Harry
My ex husband
So happy
So loved up
With His new family
I hissed
As I heard a loud scream
And I realized that
I had fallen
Because I did not see
The white stone
By the pathway
A tear slipped out if my tired eyes
As I struggled
To rise up
From the muddy path
I picked up
A gold colored
Dry leaf
And I made a silent vow
To myself
Never to remember
Happy Harry
And focus on myself
My life, my path and my way
In order to carve out
My own happiness
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Beautiful writing that I’m sure will resonate with many of us. Also wanted to say thank you for following my blog! x
Thank you so much for the encouraging comment. Blessings💕🙏😊