C is for Consequences
A lifetime for a blink of stupidity
Crashing shards of my mental panes
Cascade around the whole me like bladed rain
Capturing the multitude of broken facets
Colored by the dark, sticky ichor of my sin
Can I… is there a way forward anymore
Caught between remorse and depthless regret
Carved in repetitive arcs by the emotion
Curved like a knife in the crook of my palm
Clumsy, I mishandled what I was given
Certain I remained as I always had been
Contaminated by the echoes of those before
Cheap my place here, transient, fleeting
Contrived in red flagged self-sabotage
Coming back was a long road
Chockful of potholes and broken asphalt
Corresponding to missteps and mistakes
Can it be? Have I been forgi—
Cue the crashing
©2023, CL Huth
I am not okay.
I will be, one way or another.
Author Note: I am engaging in the Alphabet Superset Challenge to create something every week for the next 26 weeks in the order of the alphabet. I’ve chosen to focus on poetry, because I haven’t really written any in a while. Wish me luck.
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