A Sad Soul

I wrote this piece for my friend. She has never seen it and I don’t think I’ll ever show her. My friend made a mistake and no, I’m not talking of pregnancy, HIV and all that. I will not disclose what happened (just in case she reads this one day) but I was saddened at the thought of her having to pay for her mistakes. I was in tears when I wrote this. I know these words project how I was feeling because she felt that way too.

Here we go..

I cried. I teared up. I wondered why this had to happen. This is a lesson of sorts. Nobody could have foreseen.

It has become a story of “had it been” and “had I known”. I can’t anymore. If tears could bring back all I have lost, surely I wouldn’t be in this position. 

I made mistakes, I know. I piled them, one on top of the other. You ask me what I seek? I seek grace. I know there’s no second chance. I’d have to start from scratch.

This is a lesson learned. All I have to do is pick up the pieces…

                                        Signed,

                                        A sad soul.