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.