I wrote a poem yesterday, one I honestly had every intention of putting up here. It was in a moment of self reflection that I wrote it, and I was so appalled by what I saw I knew it needed to be written down.

So I sat down at my desk and I began to write the poem. It was kind of long, it had a sonorous flow to it, and I kind of liked it, despite what it was about. But when I was almost done, I read it over, and I was disgusted with myself.

I left it on my desk that night and went to bed.

When I saw it this morning, I threw it away.

I think maybe it was for the best, I don't want to be the person that poem had shown anymore. So, I'm not going to be. I want to do away with that person, just like I threw away the poem. Rend them limb from limb, every horrid little fault, until they became a code that couldn't, shouldn't, would never be unscrambled, toss them in a heavy duty black trash bag, and toss them in the water where they would decompose to the point of oblivion, because truly that's what those words, that person, are deserving of.

I make no apologies for myself because I know I'm trying to be better and someday I want to write a new poem, along the lines of the last one, but I want these words to walk a different path. I'd like to reach that brighter path in leaps and bounds and find myself strolling along its lanes with a smile on my face, but I know it'll take many stunted steps, stretching over a vast wilderness of barbs, but anything can be accomplished if you make that decision.

I'm proud of the person I'm going to be.