A Poem

Your harsh words penetrate my heart as a sword with the sharpest of blades.

I try my best to guard myself from your attacks, but you are indeed the better fighter.

I'm afraid my shield has weakened. My heart has remembered the pain of being happy.

You shoot bullets of hatred from your weapon of ignorance. I only wish you to understand.

Perhaps the truth could find you if you would stop embracing deception, but you're lost.

The most tragic part is that all I feel toward you is compassion while you're killing me away.

I know what it's like to be lost. I know what it is to be broken. I understand.

Though it was never my intention to hurt anyone, I'm aware of the pain I've caused.

I've lead so many people astray, and my soul longs so deeply to press the rewind button.

But the past remains the past. What's been done can not be altered, I know.

Regret is a pointless endeavor that leaves me empty and chained to the sorrow of yesterday.

I take hope in life's potential, for life's potential is my brightest ray of hope.

And to you, with your sword held high, filled with bitter remarks: I'm sorry.

But I need you to know I'm moving on. The past has nothing for me that the future can not offer.

Lord, please guide me through this battle. I pray that You'd be the strength in my shield.