Hands descend onto tearful skin.
In a moment, the urge within
Seeks to take from me what has been.
How can I wish to deny such a loss
When there is no hiding its win?

I let my thoughts become the boss.
A dozen days remained to cross,
Sent two years away with a toss.
How can I hold anger with my action
When, all along, I knew the cost?

It was only one retraction.
In a brief moment's reaction,
I still took the satisfaction.
How can I bargain for a change long passed
When there's no hope of distraction?

I knew this streak would never last.
This shadow of doubt remained cast,
Yet I hoped to see a contrast.
How can I lay depressed for days
When these urges I have surpassed?

I am growing beyond my ways.
In my critic's inhumane gaze
Is space for compassionate praise.
How can I come to accept what I broke?
When I am graced with a new phase.

August 7th, 2024