It's not easy to grow,
to be what I need to be,
and to let go.
For so far, I haven't.
I should have,
but I didn't.
So many mistakes,
so many errors,
all my fault.
But hope lies in this heart,
almost hidden behind all that guilt.
But it works.
It grows,
in each part of me,
slowly.
Promising a better result next time,
a better heart.