The Answer

The perfection of myself

Is knowing that I am not

I lay the anger at my feet

Trying to rearrange the life I was given

To bringing a meaning

Of why I am here

It is so easily forgotten

How simple a smile

Can remind me

Can really help to not take this for granted

There are so many chances not taken

So many yet to be seen

As I rest my tired head

Waiting for the end

Holding on a line

That may never be answered

Listening for a voice in silence

Looking for a light in the darkness

Those things may never wind up being

Meant for me

Just a thought

Being saddled to the idea of freedom

Isn’t really living free

It’s a wish on a fallen star

A goodbye when you still really care

I count backwards

Walking forwards

Erasing all the bad memories

That left me fragile

That showed my weakness

I found the kindness in others eyes

The comfort in an embrace

The promise of a better day

In a way that no amount of time

Alone could ever offer