i thought that i made error's,

mistake's, choice's that i made,

and choices that i kept,

i felt trapped when making these decision's,

but those choices made me,

at time's i felt drawn to then,

picture's of my darkened past,

soon i was to see them as they are,

and i was not it's victim, not it's enemy,

i weeped alone in thought,

as year's pasted i could not think of nothing more then my word's,

my justificaion of it all,

my word's and my ability to stay focus on these wide narrow road led me to the past, present,

i could know concentrate on my future and forty's door in the month's to come.
i have know regret's but my mind is letting me see my choices,

word for word,

i had know thought of it until a picture image of my looking glass showed me,

not my sentence but my happiness,

i choice to walk out of a marriage,

sleeping with an cheater was not for
me,

and with that,

three children became my smile's,

my joy,

and not my regret,