That Promise I Made To Myself Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I remembered when I promised myself,
I needed to stop complaining for no reason.
And the very day I decided I would do it,
I noticed my friends...
Dwindled and quick.
Becoming limited to one or two.

'Why?
How did that happen? '

I don't know.
I guess when I made that promise...
I recognized I had been listening to complaints,
More than I realized and just too much.
And that promise I made to myself,
I didn't have to make afterall.

'So how are you feeling today? '

Incredible.
As if I had stopped feeding an addiction.
And at my expense.