i remain

stuck in my own little bubble of life

trucking along with the hubbub and strife

straying through some pitfalls, trouble that’s rife, and pain – and yet

i remain

people are set to leave me forever

the axe forgets, but the tree remembers

demons to ash and i see the embers, to blame – and yet

i remain

nothing’s ever set in stone unchanging

to think, ever, that i’d chance escaping

but things have methods of rearranging, insane – and yet

i remain

eternity’s a while, i’ll get to it

returning’d be a trial, mile a minute

the yearning seems an isle, sea’s infinite, for shame – and yet

i remain

standing alone through the fire and flames

meant to atone, rue my ire and blame

stuck in my own pool of tries and mistakes, the same – and yet

i remain

maybe some mistakes were worth it to make

they’d be wroth with our means of escape

to forgive us, hours we can’t forsake, great games – and yet

i remain

standing, defiant, against chains that bind

hand in the air, won’t define me this time

send in the lions, punishment sans crime, not mine – and yet

i remain

no longer shall i repent for my sins

lower, then higher, the great game i’ll win

now i’ll forgive myself, then i’ll ascend, all time – don’t regret

i escaped.

we’ve all done wrongs and internalised them.

error is something we can’t escape from.

but punishing ourselves? that’s a problem.

forgive. forget.