Darkness comes.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve lost my way.
Darkness comes.
A sense of hopelessness. Guilt and betrayal.
Darkness comes.
The weight of it. The bitter taste of it.
Darkness comes.
Do I stay in darkness, is it even a choice?
I hear the voices from my past, my moral compass. “Help yourself” the voices say.
Stop. Breathe.
He listens.
He hears.
Ask for his forgiveness.
Plot your course out of the mess you made. Make amends to the ones you hurt.
Hold your head up, you’re human.
Never look back.
