Sitting on the dock with my pain
staring at the stars above,
alone.
Locked in an endless cycle
of ‘I told you so’s.’
This is not the first time
nor shall it be the last
where I tell myself
you will not fall this time.
And each and every time
I fail.
Tears slide down my cheeks
as finally do I accept,
the reality,
the truth that comes
and put the fantasy to rest.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 21/17
**Picture as well is mine.