Poems Through Blocks

One sacred hour you realize you’ve been wrong.

I say I shouldn’t get upset, I should correct and try again.

We say depression, so baby it’s a blessing, or whatever you call a breakthrough.

When you see there’s a way through the fog of life.

Sometimes writing some words down helps, yeah I think I’ll cleanse myself.

Being alone feels scary most of the time.

Until that moment when you see past a stubborn obstacle.

Progress awaits action and the next steps are clear.

Can’t allow fear to trick me saying I’ve failed before I’ve even started.

Sometimes writing the rain away brings flowers and sunshine.

Sometimes cancelling blame changes the outline.

Making mistakes is human, improving is human too.

Wipe that dirt off of you.

I think I’ll cleanse myself in these words resting in me.


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