I have been through much.
Regret much and have had to accepts the flaws of my actions.
I have lied to myself, trapped myself in a maze of doubt and have spent so long seeking salvation.
Though salvation has always been in my grasp, I feared it.
Feared the possibilities that would only come with my downfall before my uprising.
To look at myself with a subjective mindset would only cast more doubts upon my heavy shoulders.
So I ran – ran as far as my legs could take me.
Without caring for those I trample on in the process.
Though harm has come to me, I ran long and far hoping for another to rescue me.
Yet I see – I see that I ran from nothing other than a figment of my imagination.
A ghost of my own resentment and regrets.
Afraid to face my own judgment I coward in fear.
Bringing with me harm that only I could stop, but I was blind.
To finally admit defeat and accept what is to come.
I turn to face my ghost only to see that he’s been waiting and smiling, hoping for the chance to reconcile.
shivers take me and I feel the salty, bitter tears of anger and happiness fall down my cheek.
What have I been running from? Why was I ever running when there was nothing to fear?
Questions rack my mind, but a warm hand lays upon my head.
As relief blankets itself over my cold body. I look up to witness a foggy smile of a warm face fade away.
I understand that it’s all been okay.
Acceptance of my own faults is something I learned the hard way.
So with a deep breath I begin my journey anew.