the mirror reveals
an uncomfortable truth:
my biggest villain

It's funny how
It's easier to open my skin
Then to open my mouth
And ask for help

All alone
  in my humble study
  I read until late hours-
   religiously

   to another realm
   I am transported- mysteriously :
   daily it has become my sanctuary
   and from my sorrows it sets free

ten years,
too late.

ten years—

and there's
no debate:

i will do
everything

to not be

like you.

i'm no saint,

but i know
when enough
is enough

and to draw
a line,

before it's
too late.

people come
and people go;

and i've come
to terms with
forgiving

and letting
go.

but in the midst of
it all, i hope
to be better

than to
risk it all.

because impressions
are forever,

and

i've learned
to forgive you
and move past it

rather than fall.