my selfishness.
she took me in, when i was broke and broken,
she held me close, when i spun wordy webs, with half-truths spoken.
she mended my bruises, while i leeched off her spirit, a true light that soared free,
she breathed life into me, when i stubbornly refused to see.
she chipped away at the encroaching wall, that hid me from her, that distanced me from all,
she lent a hand, picking up my pieces, each time i stumbled, every time i took a fall.
she was too good for me, i can in truth say that today,
clasping my hand, as again and again i chose to cowardly crawl away.
today, i know that mere apologies are hollow, and sorry seems far too easy to say,
yet i am sorry, and ever thankful, for her infusing the light of hope, in far too many a darkened day.
today i also know these words are hypocritical, too easy while ensconced in my comfort zone,
today i also know, that for sentiments flung into the wind, it may never, in truth, be ever possible, to in honesty atone.
