It is time for us to go

What is this

You, me

A house of cards


My wretched soul


Not a stitch in sight

A wound constantly played with


Self righteousness

No measure for my kindness

My seasoned heart protected

From those who find disregard


It is clear

Who you are

Who I am

Who we have become


Let us face truth

With no more silence

No more sadness

Without regret


All that is learned

Never lost

What was had

Is forever gone


Even after the fire dies

A flower will bloom

And a new light can be found

Only in growth.


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