Apologizing for Abundance

A poem stemmed from empathy and pain

Photo by Pawel Czerwinski

a poem stemmed from empathy and pain

To the woman at the store…

I’m sorry.

I know you told me it’s not my fault,

I know it was an accident—

But still, again, I’m sorry.

In a parallel universe, things could have been so much worse—

But they’re not.

You’re here.

I’m here.

I’m sorry.

There. No more apologies.

I wish you—send you—

Strength,

Vitality,

Peace,

Love,

and abundance like you’ve never experienced before.

Abundance that raises the tide not just for you,

but for all.

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