Rhyming Away Tomorrow Like It's Saturday or Something

I played the guitar
until my fingers bled.

I pushed the forgotten one
out of my bed.

I made peace
with pieces of my self.

I hung my hat
on the shelf. 

I put my eggs
in one basket.

I inquired my life,
but forgot to ask it. 

I did comedy
for two people.

I built a church
without a steeple. 

I took out the trash,
and skinned my knee.

I bashed in the pit,
and lost the ability to see.

Whatever my reason,
whatever my place.

I will accept the fall,
and leave a trace.