As Long As You Cross the Finish Line.

We become so different between start and end;
a whole new person with a whole new trend.
Who we thought we were becomes who we hate,
to the point where turning back is far too late.
The things we said, we turn over in our mind,
for it is impossible for us to ask to go in rewind.
Lies we spoke became the truth to someone
and how can we tell them what we have done?
A curse, a spell, a wretched life lived in Hell;
that is what we bring upon ourselves so well.
Without consideration we ruin our own lives.
We hardly care whether our dignity survives.
Some of us forget the faces we have betrayed,
which makes it easier to live through each day.
But for some, none of the memories ever fade,
and we die inside, by any means we see okay.
Rotting our souls, just because we deem it fit,
we deserve it, after all, since we're so full of shit.
And remember, when we began, we were right,
we knew joy, love, and our soul's were bright,
but after so long we learn new habits, new trades,
and we lose the person we thought wouldn't fade.
So sure, so strong, so confident within ourselves,
just once, we say, then the habit goes on the shelf.
It never goes like that, so you know beforehand.
One lie clings, and two, then you're in no man's land,
holding on to nothing but your right foot's shoe,
asking yourself "where did it all go wrong for me?
Why have I turned out so opposite, so differently?"
And you may never know the right answer to it.
We just have to live, thrive, survive through it,
battle the wars we brought to our own door,
try to pick ourselves back up off of the floor.
This is a true story, but our lives can be restarted,
so we may become different then when we started,
but it's no cause to give it up, to give up your time;
fight hard, breathe again, and you can shine.
Mistakes can be forgiven, love will come again,
ask, belief, and receive, and you can get plus ten.
I know all this because I am living through this,
suffering, in my own words, but I'm to blame for this.
Time may heal all wounds, may right all wrongs,
but only if we make it, only if we come back strong.
We may be different than we were, but we will be new,
and if no one else will, at least I believe in you to.

Sarah Gammon ©
02/21/2009

Thank you for reading. -xxx-