Nostalgic Guilt

The dawn breaks the night sky

Awakening the birds to sing their songs

I rock in the creaky brown chair

In my arms my miracle sighs

I ponder in my sleepy fog my past

Regrets and guilt of memories flood in

Reliving the pain like it was yesterday

Despite personal growth and amends I ache

My baby stirs and grabs on tighter

With her breath on my neck brings me back to the present

The sun peeks out from the blinds to say morning

Slowly my shoulders lift as my heart lightens

A new day, a new start to make this life right.

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