It’s Not Too Late

I sat with my Self
this morning,
sharing a cup of
strong coffee.

We had a little talk,
actually
it was big:

I confessed my sins.

All the times I
turned my back
on him and
trusted another to
tell me who he is
and how he should be,
when he was
right there in front of me
the whole time.

He embraced me
and we
had a good laugh.
Then he reassured me
it’s not too late.

I think I could learn
to love that guy.

Photo by Sue Christenson Gillard