I waited for yesterday when I could have begun again the day before it
I fret about the time that I lost
“Again?” I thought.
As if on a loop, I wander off
To self-loathing, self-inflicting person
Then as if someone has slapped me across the face to wake me up to my senses,
“There’s no going back, try again” I heard.
Between the realms of the world I am in and of my mind,
is the space I visit from time to time
This is where it is still
This is where it is neutral
This is where I get called to begin one more time.
Here, is my salvation
Here, I begin again because every second that unfolds, is a start again
Here, no one calls me names
Here, makes sense
I’m here, that’s all.
And if by now, my words still don’t make sense,
Don’t fret about it
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