Can one really, really
start over? Life jealously guards
efforts to start over. It is a road
rutted with bottomless mire,
mud holes of experiences, jaundice
rock slides of opinions blocking
any symbolism of starting over.
The burden of relationship baggage
is a terminal load slowing progress.
The painful realization is we all
are chained to the past. That gigantic
ball of mistakes and emotional scars
tethered to any open door opportunity
of starting over. It allows only a crack
until it slams shut yanking hope back
to reality. The reason is simple,
all of us are damaged goods.
Copyright: 2010, Donald Harbour