Seated in tears,
Away from all ears
In this sacred place
I let go to waste.
How could I know?
How else could I grow?
Yet still I do yearn
For the chance to re-learn.
From myself I stole
With my lack of control.
Blinded by pain,
Only now is that plain.
Yet I wouldn’t trade
All the progress I made,
Or the ones who sustained
My soul, and remained.
I’ll just have to let
My past hold regret,
For I need my hands clear
To live and love here.
