You never see as clearly as you did ten minutes from now.

And that's the greatest sin I can commit.

In hindsight I could've made things perfect,
I could stop the hurt like Superman stops bullets,
but as much as I wish it never happened,
wishes never come true,
unless you're willing to put in some elbow grease.

Words cannot sum up
the million ways I want to say, "I'm sorry."
The only syllables that suffice
are a tear and the type of silence
which gnaws me away,
because that's what I deserve,
to be eaten alive by my own gnats,
until all that is left is a Reborn-Me,
hopefully a little worse for wear
and capable of seeing more than 5 seconds away from now.

I lay in bed all night long and contemplate.
I fill my head full of wishes that I know I have to
extrapolate from my head
and add to the wish jar,
because we all know:
wishes don't come true,
unless you're willing to put in some elbow grease.

Who I am now
is not what I intend to be,
but for now this is what I must accept:
that the canyon between two sides of my personality
is just a bit too Grand for my own good,
and it's time to give myself up to God.
Miracles can happen,
if you're willing to work,
and I stopped wishing,
just so I can make myself better.

It's time to take away the wishes,
and focus on the elbow grease.

I'm doing the work.

07/05/2011

Posted on 07/06/2011
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