I was wrong,
about everything.
I thought I knew,
but I had been deceived.
I lived life
banking on a notion
that was the enemy
of my heart.
I hope I learned in time.
Although I know regret,
I’m trying to give
myself another chance.
The days grow longer
and so do all my looks
of longing and sorrow.
It’s time to turn my eyes
from where I was,
from where I’ve been.
I don’t feel my scars.
I’m an outlaw
and a refugee,
seeking refuge
in tomorrow.
HG – 2017
