The Weight I Carry

At times I am overwhelmed with the mistakes I have made. In an instant, I am once again seeing those failures in my mind's eye, fresh as the day I made them. When I should have spent more time with my children or how I have let them down brings heart-wrenching lamenting. I know I have done some things right, I know that there were times that I, being a true man, gave of my heart and soul to bring to them a better life. But my thoughts seldom fall on them. It seems that I was wired to see my fault without the care of success. I carry my sorrow in the depth of my bowels in the same place that I carry my stress. This may seem a strange place to some but I am sure that others will see it as commonplace. Most of the time I just wish it would stop. This fight of the mind carries to the soul. I hope that one day that which is greater than I will see this struggle and know that the remorse I feel is the product of me learning the lessons it teaches.