Habits —

Written on July 24, 2018

Habits, even bad ones

Are hard to shake 

Knowing it’s no good

Or wrong

Or unproductive

Cannot be enough

Funny how you can get

A wishful thinking 

For a shoe that didn’t fit 

But made you feel pretty for a 

moment

Or for a back that never got scratched

A neck that needed rubbing 

And never found a willing hand 

Perhaps the state of discomfort

Kept you on edge

And that edge of never

Having or being enough

Was somehow easier than accepting happiness

Than accepting you can be

Appreciated

Adored

Mutually respected

Silly girl, I tell you

Let old bad habits fall 

Into memory boxes

That never get opened 

On the back shelf

In the darkest corner

Or straight to the trash heap 

Where they belong with

Unappetizing junk like

Stale bread or soggy chips

Let them just be lessons learned

Cautionary tales heeded

And smile at the happy groove

Of good times present