See, I’ve come this far.
Far enough to know
that looking backward
wastes your time, so

look to the future,
its infinite possibilities
or fall prey to
repeated memories.

It’s not too late to hope,
not too early to question,
but I had forgotten that
now I sit in confession

and I think of the times
when I made mistakes.
I was a child then yet
still my heart breaks.

Hope is not tangible,
not something you can earn.
We make our own hope
so don’t let it burn out.

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