though the face in the mirror
has seen horrors
leaked tears
I am more
than those moments
I still can’t quite shake
though I’m not shaking anymore
I am walking forward
even when it’s a demoralizing procession
of eating pavement and picking myself up again
I am working on forgiving myself
for those egregious errors and casualties
strewn along my route
in and out of hell
I am listening
to the voice that shouts
that I need to dig up the dark things
to let the light inside me out
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 10:16 AM UTC
though the face in the mirror
has seen horrors
leaked tears
I am more
than those moments
I still can’t quite shake
though I’m not shaking anymore
I am walking forward
even when it’s a demoralizing procession
of eating pavement and picking myself up again
I am working on forgiving myself
for those egregious errors and casualties
strewn along my route
in and out of hell
I am listening
to the voice that shouts
that I need to dig up the dark things
to let the light inside me out
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