I wrote this poem many years ago and happened upon it recently. Still pertinent today.
Life Lesson (subtitled “But it wasn’t my fault!”)
written by Barbara Brooker on 5/21/01
I remember who I wrote this for and about. I am not going to divulge that info. It is not (a) relative. No pun intended.
You can’t move past till you claim it,
The thing you are placed here to learn.
You are doomed to repeat and repeat it,
Until you own it or burn.
Next faced with one of life’s lessons,
Stand up and say, “This one's mine!”
My crossing the line has happened enough,
To hope that I’ve learned it this time.
There is no one to blame but myself.
No one could tell me you see.
For the lesson was mine and I claim it.
It is the only way to be free.
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