Convinced that we are inferior
we believe it and often wallow
in abysmal inner sorrow

Excuse after excuse may exist
on our part to hide the pain
and cast shadow on our doubts

We subjugate our paths to an
INTERNAL TRIAL of sorts,
then acquit ourselves to be free

The regrets of lost love can be
long term and damaging, but
not seeking love can be worse

Finding ourselves guilty lends
itself to feeling lost amongst
the crowded forest of trees

No light when looking upwards
as the leaves road block the path
to  a favorable redemption