Pretty Woundz

I guess I don’t feel embarrassment because,
I’ve done what I’ve done as a means of survival.
Sure,
I can definitely apologize to many others I’ve hurt,
But,
That’s not possible when you’re not given the opportunity to do so…

So,
What’s left?
What are you supposed to do to atone for that?
Am I supposed to feel sorry for myself and inflict myself with shame until I am dead on the ground for what I’ve done to anyone?
No.
My only choice is to dust myself off and do what I can to be better.
To myself.
Everyone else around me.
That is unless I want a miserable life…

And,
Who wants that?
I mean,
Really?
Who,
On God’s green Earth!
Wants to be as bitter a jaw breaker and a dry mouth on a hot,
Summer day?
I don’t think anybody does.
I think,
Deep down inside,
Everybody just wants to be loved.
To be loved in a world that introduces you to rejection before you can even tie your shoes on straight.
Because that,
My friend,
Will drive anyone into the darkest pits of insanity known to the Dying Man.
In the end,
No one will survive this game called life.
Why spend any second of it sulking in what you can turn around and bring light to.
Love.
Faith.
Make someone smile with the picture you paint from the blood of your wounds…