Arrogant irreverence to the facts and
writing the rules with invisible ink.
Set up for the mess up and
I have no one else to blame.
Sweeping my soul’s floor with
blasphemous strokes of irretrievable
Rhetoric, I blew it, you knew it but
You let me fall.
You said it was for my own good-
that big knot forming on my head.
Sometimes humility is found
in the lowest of places and
so, I visit and stay awhile.
My recovery was not what I expected.
I healed but still bear the scars.
The lessons are etched on the lonely
places in my heart.
Humiliated I sneak back home where
things have changed but you have not.
I’m ready to clean house, make room,
and begin again.
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Ready!
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