Skylark Poetry

Once, she looked in the mirror. She saw the flaws. She sought beauty. Searching... she found a child.   Seasons changed. Life kept happening. She grew. She shrunk. She grew again. She frowned. She laughed. She wept. She found love. She found pain. She found adventure.   All the while, she kept the child safe. The child was to be untainted. Untainted by life and the journey it brought.    However, She did not know the child knew pain. She did not know the child knew sadness. She did not know the child wanted to grow.   A new chapter started. The child began to speak. The child demanded to be heard. The child demanded growth.   The woman, forced, took a step back. No longer looking in the mirror. No longer searching for something ever-changing Or something that will never be or could be. No longer protecting the child.   She looked the child in their eyes And she said, "Grow, y...

 The pain of a late apology. When regret settles in. A realisation is made. A past that can never be rewritten And a pain that would never fade. To say "I'm sorry" would be too few words. To say "I sincerely apologise" would be not enough. I want to say "I'm sorry" ... ... to apologise for the pain. To apologise for your struggle. To apologise for the heartarche. To aplogise for the heartbreak. You loved me. You truly do. And I took me away from you. For that I am sorry.  I know it's part of life: to gain love and lose love. And I know an apology is not enough.  Nor will it change anything. It will not bring back what you've lost. It may not heal any wounds. It may not bring revelation or closure. It is, but, a weight that was on my heart. For eternities I would apologise for the pain I have brought you. Isla Skylark.