Penultimate

I hadn’t had the greatest of days
which made it especially refreshing
(for better or for worse)
to hear such kind words spoken
about a me I had forgotten from
a time who’s fruit I had let spoil.

I fight hard to keep from
not validating someone else’s
perspective due to some secret
held deep within my heart which
scratches inadequacy on the inside
of my valves while foreign blurry
pupils convey the most clear thanks.

I fight hard to keep my ambition
from turning into regret as
the fire of my hopes and the
fire of my failures are both
fueled by the same coal of
my past actions chalky and black.

I hadn’t had the greatest of days
which made it especially refreshing
(for better or for worse)
to feel the growth and freedom
abounding in my bones despite
their recent melancholy tune.

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