If only what was said could be taken back, I could sleep at night. Completely taken back as if the words were never uttered, never broke the barrier between thought and vocalization. If only.
If only what was done could be undone, I could move forward. Completely undone as if the deed never provoked an outcome, a clean slate. If only.
If only the thought could be lost before it sullied my heart. Forgotten before it was acknowledged, never to leave its stain of discord on my psyche. If only.
If only, I could be a vehicle for harmony and peace. Never to sow sadness or anger or criticism. To be a nurturing soul to all I encounter. If only.
If only, I could get to the core me, I would be perfect. Radiating love and hope, a person of perfection in this imperfect world. If only.
If only, I could return to the beginning. Without scar or wound. Prejudice and temper, ego unfettered. If only.
If only I could return to that state of grace of the newborn – one of wonder, content, suckling only love. If only.
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This is absolutely beautiful Connie!!