Mistakes can be otherworldly,
not meant to cross our lips.
Some things shouldn't be said,
not anywhere in the scripts.
Yet not born here, made,
are the mistakes we all make.
What's a world without mistakes,
a present without a past?
There's no meaning to a life
if there's no stories to last.
No matter mistakes,
if they seem otherworldly and odd.
We can't all be angels,
and walk where they trod.
Nothing is permanent,
so why the worry?
If life ever becomes unstable,
bad, or blurry,
remember these words
as a reminder to your troubles,
Don't be overcome
by all your young struggles.
- Author: Screaming goat (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 16th, 2022 10:33
- Comment from author about the poem: My favorite part about this one is the fact that it's not amazingly depressing.
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 14
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