Broken glass on a brambled path
Doesn't sound like healing
But bones set wrong just like minds
And have to be rebroken in time
Not all truth cuts but if it hurts
at least I know it's not a rut
and that it's worth
a few bloody footprints
to avoid safe ways and confront truth first
When I say something that hurts me
Because it's honest
I feel pure
At least then I know it’s a path against fear
Cause fear hates pain like stillness hates tears
If you can say something harsh enough to make yourself cry
You can feel the truth of it running from eyes
I am selfish
I make choices only good for myself
I am lazy
Prone to procrastination and abusing generational wealth
I take advantage
Of your belief that I'm kind
to sneak a few cruel things past your blinds
I am fearful
And it petrifies me
I am confused
Understanding not what I see
I am uncertain
Because I’m terribly lost
Unsure of my next paycheck and far removed from the cost
See how a bloody path reaps relief
So now I can be aware of the things I won't reach
Start by denying comfort to find right
It's too easy, when you want to keep something, to lie
In the exploration of self-preservation there's a saying
Judge not the sickly mind that you play in
For we're all excavating hard rocks and cold ice
Unto harsh seas where true grit and salt suffice
It's not easy to find the same old problems new
And having bad things regrow that you just worked to remove
Please remember, that despite the hard work and hopeful praying
At the end of the day
It's good people, failing