A little proud
And then I recounted an achievement of yours, and it was in the telling I realised how proud I was of you, well done.
The weight in the belly, pressing out, weighing me down, forming a slight feeling of sick in my throat though I know I am not sick. And tomorrow I will be a new persons and a better person and I won't make the same mistake again that I made today, and yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday.
