Past Mistakes

Eternal burdens, you call them

That which I carry on my back.

For many years, they stay with me

Without purpose to stay on track.

Instead I revere those mentors

Who have forced me to start again,

To build myself back up again

Like a bird's nest blown by the wind.

Moments stuck in endless time.

The strengths I've gained since those mistakes.

Remembering what not to do

Or faults of hell which I forsake

Each time I fall into the pit,

The pit which holds crime of blunder.

I learn to see the light again

And revive as one of wonder.