Leaving California again,
this time in the direction of power,
undulating through the mountain-rich wilds,
over the long miles,
I practice my “forgive you’s”.
One day soon I will be able to express them
fully,
unfollowed by anger.
One day.
The selfish suffering part of me
is not yet willing
to accept defeat
in this last battle.
One day,
soon.
We have some miles more to go yet.
Heart Songs 
I like the repetiton of “One day”. It isn’t possible for us to change so easily, but “One day” holds that hope that it is possible, perhaps not now, but in the near future, as long as we believe in it.