Help me to not hold resentment like the back of my tongue

Help me not to hold years-long grudges,

That awkwardness that subverts any sort of relationship

From developing along;

Maybe some things aren’t to pan out

And really,

That’s okay

Maybe suspended bridges

Are how things are to stay

Help me to accept the

Unacceptable –

These almost-seeming

Irrevocable patterns

Of friendships,


Family friends

Who’ve drifted away.



Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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