They say I’m not the same.

But who was I to them?

Did I know her?

Did I truly know her then?

Is it fair, to compare

a past life to the present?

Progress is not definitive.

Failures just mean I’ll win again.

I’ve been my own wolf in this fairy tale.

I knocked every house down.

I pointed fingers and forgot my own.

Think smarter not harder, they say.

Well, I cut far too many corners that way.

Do you claim the life you’ve built?

How heavy is your shame?

How heavy is your guilt?

It’s time to find your bricks.

Start with one, then continue on…

Your life isn’t a race.

It’s trial and error…

a loaded concept you can finally embrace.

I’ll be building this home until the day I die.

I can say I’ll have it finished, but we all know that’s a lie.