Attrition
Time has done this:
no more a storehouse of vague ideologies
no longer lost in the shuffle of life
no longer angry with things I can’t alter
no longer willing to cultivate strife
no one to blame but myself for my failures
no longer holding that blame like a sword
no more a prison, my mind has been opened
no longer looking for hollow reward
rubbing away at my jagged excuses
wearing away at the tumor of sorrow
Time has forced an attrition of excess
leaving me naked and new for tomorrow.
copyright 2006 rhonda lee richoux
STORIES OF THE 504 
It’s the perfect place to be but hope in a moment doesn’t remove future devil’s and the thorns that will bloody our feet. Yes, we must blame ourselves for as much as possible. Afterall, that’s an important part of being an adult, an own person. But never hesitate to cast blame when some arsehole whose wrecking your life deserves it:)