Sober

Fretting
balancing
begging
for forgiveness
for not doing better

when my worst was better than most
still it was my worst

and my heart weeps seeing how much pain it could've been spared
my mind grumbles at me, still hesitating to trust me after years of
self-induced-numbness

I'm still young
yet I feel I lost many years
that I could've spent growing

I weep
because I am not the woman I set out to become

though I treasure the things I learned
so many mistakes, I shouldn't have had to make

So I awake
feeling heavy
today

Tomorrow
I will laugh



Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-03 at 01:14

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countryfog
Somber and sad yet in the end redeemed by hope. Such is life if we make it so. Recognizing that "my worst was better than most" is a good place to start.
2011-06-03