Life
seems to consist of a string of tragedies
all of which were clearly not my fault
or at least
were unintentional
Every day I wish to be better
to be more than I am
to be new
Every day (if I remember)
I pray for help
yet nothing changes
My heart aches for newness
for the beauty of rebirth
Instead I come begging for forgiveness
yet again
begging for change
begging for something to happen
I'm being torn apart
day by day;
limb by limb
and it's terrifying
but somehow,
beneficial
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