It’s everything you think it is and it’s everything it’s not.
It’s written on the palms of the ones you have forgot.
It’s buried in the ocean lost in nets the fishers dropped.
Picked up by lonely scavengers with pants well worn and cropped.
It reaches out to everyone while it turns it’s back on you.
But it sparkles in your memory like glitter stuck to glue.
If you had only anticipated the things that would take place.
Now just a shadow lingers of the smile on your face.
It started out so pure, no wonder you had hope.
You can apologize but nothing will take back the act that pulled and swung that rope.
Please let the waves crash over it and wash your slate so clean.
The past may seem beautiful, but its a beauty cruel and mean.
You are far greater than the wrongs that you have done.
Relationships past aren’t failures but rather rays of a brighter sun.
Theres more to this than what you see.
There’s a whole lot of you you’ve yet to be.
Please accept the truth that will so wholly set you free.