I was agitated. Something was bothering my mind since early morning, but I just could not place my finger on the problem.

“Dear, it will be okay. Don’t give too much of thought to it”, her voice came from nearby, and her hand squeezed mine comfortingly.

“Oh what do you know? Just leave me alone”, I replied rashly and shook her hand free. A tear slid down her cheek, and immediately I felt a qualm. I’d hurt her.

“Please forgive me”, I said, “I never meant that. It was just my frustration.”

I squeezed her hand, and felt her squeeze mine back. I was glad I could right things immediately, and thanked that my conscience had a qualm with hurting the only heart who really cared for me.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

12 thoughts on “Qualms”

  1. …hurting those who cared for us hurts……they only have good intentions for us to make us feel better……to right things immediately is the best we can do to make amends….

  2. Hmmmmm..its smtym nice to vent our frustration to our closed ones , and be happy that despite it they love us so much ! Wonderfulllyyy written !!! :D:D

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