I forgot to do the beautiful things;
Instead my mind hid them in darkness;
It told me those things were not for me;
Those things were for others;
It told me I wasn’t good enough to do those things;
It told me I wasn’t worthy;
It told me that I had more work to do;
And all along, I sadly listened:
I forgot to do the beautiful things;
My mind simply would not let me;
Then my mind went blank;
and all I wished was that I had done the beautiful things.
(c) 2021 Marjorie DeHey