to: Wanderers


to wander

i fear being

the teacher i was

from the beginning

and in my dreams, you

were there. forgiving me,

then loving me for a lifetime.

but i am not worth a lifetime of love.

i am worth a lifetime of suffering for love.

lovingly picking mySelf up again and again.

failure after beautiful failure. day after day, i

fail to meet my own expectations of what a life’s

worth of time is worth to me. and thru all these failures


i find a lot

of hope

for Selforgiveness.