Sometimes I speak
   with a certainty
   conceived by a pain
   that has all but deserted me.

And some nights there’s shame,
   and deservedly so…
   an unbearable weight,
   unnerving and cold…

And I,
   I’m feel flawed
   (but I know I’m not broken)
   I’m feeling down
   (but determined to rise again)

I’m feeling flawed…

               …but I’m not.

I’m done being careless.
I’m through with the reckless
   decisions I’ve made
   and the victim I’ve played.

I’ll rise
   +from the ashes
       of the bridges I’ve burned.
   +up through rain clouds
       never to return here again.

I’ll let the rain cover my tracks.
If I can’t find my way,
   I can never come back here again.

I’m feeling flawed…

               …but I’m not.