Finding space to do what is right.
Breaking free of this broken down man
this cocoon of failure
is painful.
I accept responsibility freely
and the pressure is palpable
but through strength one
prevails.
Accepting that failure
is mine.
Accepting that weakness
is theirs.
Trying to grow beyond bitterness
is still a trying
road.
I received a message this morning
from my past
which was humbling
and beautiful
and I am eternally
grateful.
Sometimes I wonder
if I am leaving any mark at all.
Will they even remember me
when I am
gone?
Sometimes I picture my funeral
and it is a very small gathering
indeed.
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