If I could walk a straight and narrowed path beyond those sodden fairs,
I could be a long road far away from hurt, and still smart from what once was.
I could cry tears bound from wounds long past wrapped up in guilt and insecurities all new;
A sudden change of heart where love belonged, but never rested.
And yet, I don’t.
That time is all long past and you, you’re long behind me, still trapped in all your bitterness and jealousy.
Still celebrating twisted victories from playing victim, and martyr and sacrificial fatted calf.
I held up the mirror to you, showed you the images of your soul,
And shattered, relationships unwound, the fragments pierce the truth around your heart, and yet still fall too far for you to see.