It is time for us to go
What is this
You, me
A house of cards
My wretched soul
Bleeding
Not a stitch in sight
A wound constantly played with
Self righteousness
No measure for my kindness
My seasoned heart protected
From those who find disregard
It is clear
Who you are
Who I am
Who we have become
Let us face truth
With no more silence
No more sadness
Without regret
All that is learned
Never lost
What was had
Is forever gone
Even after the fire dies
A flower will bloom
And a new light can be found
Only in growth.
The First Word 