It’s Disappointment

Sometimes it seems that I’ve given up,

I often feel that way,

but I haven’t.

Often I feel the dangerous emotion of hope,

and if I avoid it, it’s because I can’t handle disappointment anymore.

My disappointment is at me, my decisions, choices.

Somehow I’ve forced myself to avoid relating my disappointment with regret,

I would be dead if I had that thought ruminating in my mind.

There are days when I want to re-do everything again,

but I know myself,

and I know I would do everything the same way.

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About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read (http://comenzandolashistorias.blogspot.ca/) I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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