You knew a reckoning was coming. It wasn’t an if, it was a when. The tears stream when you finally allow yourself to slow. Oh, how you have lost the full picture of who you are. You’ve known for some time now that you were losing yourself. But you couldn’t find the time to find yourself.
The Reckoning: A Poem
The Reckoning: A Poem
The Reckoning: A Poem
You knew a reckoning was coming. It wasn’t an if, it was a when. The tears stream when you finally allow yourself to slow. Oh, how you have lost the full picture of who you are. You’ve known for some time now that you were losing yourself. But you couldn’t find the time to find yourself.