Another Year

Another year, add one more to the count.

Another tick mark on the chalkboard.

Another chance to get it right.

Another promise to myself to change.

Another negative thing I will give up.

Another positive thing I will nurture.

Another countdown to another list.

Another resolution that I didn’t complete.

Another year of self-flagellation for failures.

Another…Another…Another;

And for what,

So we can feel bad about ourselves,

So we can blame ourselves for our misgivings,

So we can complain of being wronged,

So we can blame others for our failures,

So we can make another list,

So we can fill it with resolutions,

So we can obsess about the negative,

So we can minimize the positive,

So we can set ourselves up to achieve more of the same.

Why do we not love who we are,

Work on changing the things we can change

Take responsibility for ourselves without pressure or demand

Strive to realize our dreams every day

Instead of tormenting ourselves

–Every first of January.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Sorry

I stammer to speak,

Unable to make things right,

After all I’ve done.

Cursed to suffer shortcomings

Bestowed upon me justly.

Is this destiny?

Sorry is incapable

Of healing your wounds

Inflicted by arrogance,

Bred out of my selfishness.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Goodbye to a Fickle Friend

I’ve blamed you for my failures

My lack of progress and time

I’ve blamed you for my regrets

Even before I knew you

Denial is such a fickle friend

Used as a crutch to discredit one’s shortcomings

This is nothing more than a charade

A game I have played for a lifetime

A look inside bore the reflection of truth

It was me all along

My own worst enemy

Incessant procrastination has held me back

Over-thinking every minute detail has crippled me

Accomplishments lay out of reach to no one else’s fault

It was never you at blame for my failures

Nor my lack of progress or time

Regrets were never realized through you

I have deflected my imperfections long enough

The mirror has parlayed a harsh reality

Leaving me exposed to the frailty that has been the catalogue of my life

With eyes splayed wide, the path before me is clear

Freeing me to pursue all that I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding out of fear

For this I am forever grateful to you

In spite of me

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~