It takes time, Lost in sorrow, no reeling in tomorrow. Can’t
Rewind, the past has decayed. Bygones:
Figment of a former self Face
fright; Even lovers go astray.
Take time! Why shackle yourself to your shame?
Who told you You were your past mistakes?
This self-grudge— Purge it
to redeem self-love. Rise to light,
from a chrysalis shall we wake?
Fear lies in anticipation, they say.
So take a step.
Though all these voices
mask our choices;
we must break free from the binds.
Your past won’t be your crime.
Bitter is the poison swallowed whole. Let it
calcify, freeze your whole life or
Rectify: Let the fuck ups fuel you ahead.
Color the sky.
Color the sky!
From a chrysalis we shall wake.
@shewritesofpassage 