Waiting Until Morning

I wonder how I will be in the morning.
I left the day full of sorrow.
What my friends told me was harsh.

I know I have my flaws.
I do not always think before I speak.
Still, I am not a fool and do not wreak havoc.

What can I do now that I have been cut to the bone?
My surprise at their words was striking.
My willingness to forgive has been sorely tested.

As the night rolls on, I ponder my deeds.
Does what they said reflect the truth?
Are my thoughts so broken that I do not see it?

I do not need to hide from the others.
If they spoke truly, I will grow.
If they were speaking in malice, I am puzzled.
The times I listen are not wasted.
I will arise in the morning and live in peace.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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