A Confession, A Curse
It may yet be appropriate
On this Day of Atonement
To be chastised so thoroughly
By a best friend.
That happened though and was deserved —
I did die four years ago,
(And have tried to die five times hence —
I fail to try and fail many a friend)
Yet, in what defense I can muster,
Never cease in trying.
Yet a chastisement was needed,
In order; necessary —
For, try as I might
I remain one short,
Not only in stature,
But of what could have been.
Though yet as well,
Not of what could yet be.
I will, like the phoenix
Rise from my self-created ashes.
