I passed by regret today
and it reached out to snag my foot on the
words lashed out in argument
anger, fear, and neglect.
I did my best to reconcile
to boldly lay out a plan for the party
to end in understanding and peace
and yes, we ended it with a kiss
the shadowed hand lingering at my ankle.
this is my path,
this is my lesson
out of fear I walked this way
out of faith I must see it through
out of love I must strive to make it work
but in the end, out of honor I must
to I stop and share tea with this
thing at my foot
or do I leave it on the road
as I am passing by?