Its been a while

Crashing into waves of gratitude,

I find myself stumbling for an answer

Handling happiness like its the straw that broke the camels back.

Like it could be the last ditch effort for eternal bliss.

Easing into the simple things because I am not one to regret anymore.

My mistakes are mostly for the past.

I own them fully

Even if I don’t want to.

Who cares about me in the past!
I’m here now

I’m here now!

My mistakes are what makes me.

Is there such a thing as a mistake?

What am I made of?

What am I made of?

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