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