I like meditation. It's not something I do for religious reasons; I just find it soothing. But sometimes, this breathing exercises "breathes" new life to thoughts we thought buried in our minds. This poem speaks of such a case.
I wasn't sure if I had written and/or posted a poem called "Fallout" earlier. I've tentatively named this one "Fallout II" as a consequence, but it could easily be a precursor title of what's to come in the text. Consequence must be spoken. Things that are unpleasant are too often left unsaid.
Forgiveness of self is an empowering tool, both for ourselves and for those around us. Here is a brand new poem by yours truly. 🙂