I stand inside the wreckage
Of two parallel lives
Giant waves
crushing down on me
Did I
create this storm?
I know I did
I also know
that I could not have done otherwise
Can I forgive
the younger me?
She did not
possess my map and my armor
She
navigated in darkness
Blinded by the vastness
of the sea
All those waves and currents
Throwing themselves at her body
Running into her life
Standing on the bottom of sorrow
I ask for
forgiveness
Picking up
Scattered pieces of debris
