sweet jewel
walking home is always the worst part, but it's an essential step.
a great flaw in us is the need to ease your conscience, easing the pain by hoping and pleading for empty forgiveness.
to bear the burden of living after the fact is a great toll, a deep cleave to your foundation and making.
the fear of moving on and forgetting and forgiving one self is a guilt that does not leave you,
permanently etched and ingrained into you.
diminishing words painted on every face, surface and thought.
blight memories cripple you.
to ask for forgiveness, to disregard the others suffering, to make things easier on your own self.
how selfish
instead,
forgive yourself
sulking and punishing yourself over a mishap does no good for either of you.
move, live. do more.
if you really wish to atone, live.
return triumphant, live knowing that you bested your personal shackles, live knowing you bettered not only yourself,
but the lives entwined within you.
even if the price of a mistake is really as grand as you think it is.
even then, she would be proud.
