Try to Make Amends

I was wrong,

about everything.

I thought I knew,

but I had been deceived.

I lived life

banking on a notion

that was the enemy

of my heart.

I hope I learned in time.

Although I know regret,

I’m trying to give

myself another chance.

The days grow longer

and so do all my looks

of longing and sorrow.

It’s time to turn my eyes

from where I was,

from where I’ve been.

I don’t feel my scars.

I’m an outlaw

and a refugee,

seeking refuge

in tomorrow.

 

HG – 2017

 

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