I remember
the many lessons I’ve learned.
But the ones I failed to learn—
they linger,
leaving their mark
again and again.
Perhaps they hold a meaning
beyond my understanding.
Or perhaps
they are just ridiculously difficult
to understand.
But they keep coming back—
the lessons I failed to learn,
as though they refuse
to give up on me.
Again and again.
This piece is written in response to the three hundred and twenty eighth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – LESSON hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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