Disappointment
unwanted
a shame
attention seeking
Sub-optimal
lame

The pain I brought
inadvertent unintentional
revisited a million times over
through the years

The messages
the stories
the stones thrown
to shatter dreams
served well
to bind my hands and heart

I stop and think
maybe
turn back?
burning bridges fall far
they boil the water
cauterize the wounds
purify the ideas.

From the rubble
I crawl
And in the quiet as I sit
brushing off the soot and smoke
I find
the smallest green
of uncommon growth.