as the sky grays, but with it
a sense of hope, like the coming rain
may wash my sins away, for good or good.
In the back of my brain,
is my old love and a broken heart;
in the back of said broken heart
is super glue trying to dry.
I am here for a clean reason,
absolution, not to forget the things
that drove me mad, but to remember
and learn from them, love them.
Hashem willing, my daughter won't recollect
any of this, how life goes up then down,
because I want her just to see me as mighty...
and how to never give up.