My spelling error jumped off the page
as I did a last read through.
I laughed at the mistyped word
and what it seemed to construe .
“We all have our divorce tails … “
my ill-fated sentence said in part --
of course I meant “tales” but
my mistake had a lesson to impart.
We sometimes wear our sadness,
our stories of remorse and regret
like baggage dragging behind us,
woe-filled and difficult to forget.
If we could but shed those tails,
leave them languishing in the dirt,
we would also leave behind us
so much heart-ache and hurt.
No longer hindered by our past,
no longer weighted with defeat,
we would walk taller, steadier
balanced on our own two feet.
A simple typo on the screen,
a mere Freudian slip of the key,
teaching me about tail-less tales
and living life to the nth degree!