I spent many years wondering
What it was that I did wrong
And how many chances would it take
For me to right it back.
Could I laugh a little less
Or would that only cause more stress?
Should I sit by idly like a statue
Or help out even more?
Would it help were I to vanish
Or does she miss me when I’m gone?
Someone up there must have heard
My endless prayers for redemption.
For one day I made a breakthrough
That left me with more to ponder.
It didn’t matter what I did
Though what I didn’t would surely be magnified.
The only person I need to satisfy
Is the one looking back in the mirror.