Loud scars

The echoes of my profound mistakes scream to my ears like a broken record

The lasting record written beyond the skin but deep beneath

Beneath is buried what was once a formidable coffers of shrewdness, light and effervescence 

I get paranoid sometimes out of my skin for my frivolous shortcomings and undoing

Can't unequivocally wrap my finger around the misdecisions festering my brain like a rush

Rushing through my head are good intentions juxtaposed amongst inevitable loops and misfortune

'Form is temporary and class is permanent' dwells in my head so lucidly 

This is the hope I clinch onto before I start my days to stay sane and sound

Hope we could go back to being pristine

All pure on the outlook and most importantly within

I pick my shattered pieces and navigate through the bad hand of cards I was dealt

Reminiscent of the innocent past but savoring the dreams of better days looming

May the universe give me the serenity of accepting human fallibility and the bravery to make the changes when somethings got to give.