The venom of an unforgiven past

May poison the unrelated present 

Forgive 

Let Go 

Rise Anew

 

I wrote these wise words of Rumi on the white board in the kitchen

Jessy was still in the spare room pretending to sleep

We had fought last night over something trite

I had stormed out and had walked the streets for a couple of hours

 

I am sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee

Jessy is now moving about but is not coming near me

She is now in the wet room but has locked the door

Today is going to be a long day