Her declaration for the day is to be depressed and sour.
So by forgetting love she gives hate her power.
At the whim of defeat she drops her head to the floor.
Her mind requests direction but her soul is unsure.
Animosity underneath and the rug is lifted.
With that her control relinquished and her confidence shifted.
There is no rebuttal to overtake her regret.
Just a compass frozen by what she’d rather forget.
From every direction come bullets of shame.
She’s shattered by reminders of how she tarnished her own name.
And on the ground she lies in imperfect pieces of glass.
Displaying the art of who we are in life’s masterclass.
Falling apart in the name of art is where you begin
to break free from your mistakes and air out what’s within.
Acknowledge the pressure of the pain to appreciate the joy it is to live.
Reform stronger and think positive because to love yourself is to forgive.
