Living Here

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.

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