Every Line A Sentence

The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow. The fan blows soft and I lay softer. Without a signifier I'll get up for the 4th hour in a row, I'll stay ignorant to all the day can offer. That's the sixth day out of eight I've laid, late. Fostering doubt. Guess I'll try out gout. Stuck in the bed that I've made. They took the trees down on Spring Garden "Regrowth is a process" I said lying I remember stretching out my arms when I spread out these roots of mine. Branching out, I watched bark harden As we were dying on the vine. I used to see the pasture line Far beyond what I can describe These days I just can't seem to find- The right words Make all the difference. All your sins laid out before you, which ones would you keep? What misdeed really makes you proud? I know you have one too, that ball of black down in the heart, deep. But you just won't say out loud It's okay, take your time It's a tough question I know Could be a theft, maybe a lie. Could be something darker though. I betrayed the one I loved I did my very best impression of Brutus It's what I'm most shameful of When I broke the trust between the two of us But it set off an avalanche That broke the mountain, truly Memories of our last dance Taunt and tease me cruelly But then I saw another chance So I reached out and pulled it to me I was looking to come to terms With the people I hurt and the lessons I learned When I saw the sun set on the skyline through someone else's lens And I waited for my new life And my old one to end It inspired me to live again To put the past behind Take the opportunity to make amends "Regrowth is a process" I mean it this time. So this is my confessional. Every passage is a penance. I put myself on trial. With every line a sentence. No doubt it was bad, I couldn't prove you wrong. Afterward it really dug into me And I tortured me for so long But there's a lot to personality, People are complex And when you do the work it seems Your personage resets So judge me all you want you see I'll gladly be the black sheep. Because without it all where would I be? All my sins laid out before me, which one would I keep? I think I'll just keep all of me