Reclaiming Myself

As the rumblings of a journey gone by,

fade away into the sands of time;

I realise the pain of her and my,

I brought about in a fit of angst of mine.

Now as I wander among the debris,

which are the exploits of a lost victory;

I see the designs of an impervious mind,

which deluded myself into a conceited history.

I am afraid to embark on a new voyage,

coz breaking another heart would be sacrilege;

as were the deeds of a bygone era, gone sour,

so I wish not for me, but all joys for her and much more.

Being a reluctant traveller of life that I am,

I fear to set on a new journey or play blind;

yet, to stay rooted looks like a crime,

and to act, feels like committing an even greater crime.

I think, I seek forgiveness from all n sundry,

on whom I heaped the pains in such a hurry, and me;

though deserving I may never be,

yet I want to relieve me of the burden of pain,

But I know I am not worthy of being forgiven!