Burning Crossroads

I stumbled into bad choices, dead ends and wrong turns;
Every blister and ouch was a lesson I learned.
I grappled to people like flies to manure;
Every love in my way was untrue and unpure.
I tended the fire, but then I got burned;
Every story of mine is a badge that I earned.
I am who I am from the stuff I’ve been through;
Every path in my past is a road that I drew.


Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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