It almost feels like that one time you make a mistake, actually
exhausts all the perfection you so carefully masterminded before:
as if it all the trance in good and right existed only for a build up
for that one mistake to take more from you, to hurt more, to exploit
more of what good and right you've done.
It's like whomever and whatever benefits out of that one mistake,
gets to use layers and layers and exactitude and perfection all in its
brutal and unforgivable favor. As if all your right and good only existed
to reenforce and stregthen and empower whatever it is that benefits
from your mistakes.
That's what it feels like. Even once analyzed. Even once dissected.
That's how awful what is happening can be sometimes.
As if it all exists solely for what terror and evil benefits out of that
one awful and avoidable mistake. And that it was avoidable, that you
had even felt your mind go through some acrobatics at another point
in its prevention, that you knew you had to protect yourself against it:
makes it (the wrong)that much more empowered, that much more enabled,
that much more excruciating.
And it's over knowing that no, you can not afford to make even a single mistake.
Because you will lose all that you worked for before that.
And all the power of the good will be instantaneously vacuumed up
and exhausted and poisoned and contaminated by that benefitting evil.
Life is full of mistakes...bed of mistakes..it is mystic mistakes that makes life mysterious, Mistake is beautiful and it offers chances to correct... Mistake makes life spicy...we love my mistake and gain by mistake...love
I've had my life turned upside down by a mistake. I resonate with much in this poem. Appreciate its expression! ! Thank you!
And it's over knowing that no, you can not afford to make even a single mistake. Because you will lose all that you worked for before that. true it is. but gain energy and power to show others you are a great person.. thanku. tony
Thank for spreading the wealth- knowledeg is wealth. Yap one mistske can take away ones glory.
A single mistake leads to a series of mistakes, a thoughtful poem.
my fearful point
dried leaves of just bloomed flower...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I feel deep and lasting guilt and self-reproach when I make a major mistake, which will always happen, no matter how prudent I am. Lately, I have thought much more carefully before acting on a decision There is considerable psychological depth in your poem, and tin he very concept of making mistakes.
Thank you for reading and responding. True that mistakes are complicated and we change in their influence throughout our lives, thinking more about a bad decision from long years ago than what we put into that decision in terms of mental consciousness in anyway.