A tub full of failure
considered in the evening hours
is just a story about me,
one I can kick off,
climb out of,
let down the drain

My creator does not
demand reform of me,
but only that I come to myself,
only that I let Love’s truth
be what it’s always been for me.
I don’t even need to let go –
what I was clinging to dissolves
like dream into the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2023