Years of neglect and ignorance,
I stewed in my shameful muck,
Careless to the world around me,
In a never ending rut, I was stuck,
Loathing my imposed circumstances,
Telling myself the lie of no fault,
Refusing to accept the truth,
Behind me life's complete halt,
Merely a world of unfairness,
Efforts of mine was assured,
Odds stacked against me I'd say,
Was the cause of all I endured,
I stayed in the spoils of denial,
And life never got better at all,
I accepted that I was defeated,
And all signs of hope was to small,
It took me at my brokest to accept,
That all those years were because of me,
That I was the creator of my demise,
And someone I no longer wanted to be,
The escape seems just as unobtainable,
But the path is clearing itself out,
As I take responsibility for myself,
Hope begins to outshine the doubt,
My fault becomes my healer,
And sometimes healing has a sting,
You can't ever live something better,
If it's yourself that you're fighting.
©justin_ur
J