acceptance

It's cold here, where I'm learning lessons the hard way, honest mistakes gone awry.

The light in my eyes stayed lit, embers, ever burning. Hollow as the words falling out of my mouth.

I've turned to ice, soulless. Told myself it was determination to survive.

Hungry for more, how will I find satiation?

Certainly not by twisting the knife.

Such a fine line I'm dancing, right or wrong, either crumpled or too strong.

This highlights my loss, I want my compassion back.

It's clear I'm going to have to fight for what I want, and settle in to my reality.

I've been wanting to try this, sorrowful I needed a catalyst to propel forward.

And still I fight. I'm damn proud of the fighter I've become, soon I can forgive myself.