I am not my worst mistakes.
I am not the things I cannot change.
I am not irredeemable,
though my mind tells me I am,
because there is at least a small part of me,
that can make amends.
The wanting
and trying to change
is proof,
is it not,
that I have a conscience –
one that overthinks and ruminates
on all that has past,
and all that has been lost?
Mistakes are worthwhile
if you learn from them.
If you don’t – is where you fail.
I am perhaps
the biggest cautionary tale,
of losing friends.
I wanted to be friends with everybody
but I realise now that I cannot.
I have to pick and choose –
between befriending all,
and being a friend, to a few.