Alone in solitude,
Longing from the past.
Days I haven’t surpassed,
Confusion and doubts I skewed.
How I devalued myself.
From the ill mistakes of the past.
I am not strong enough, I told thyself.
Voluminous mockeries within I asked.
My agonizing pain in solitude,
Have grown like ghost in multitude.
I felt the burden burrowing.
Unto my soul so deep within surfacing.
Why should I suffer?
From this battle so tougher.
Tears flowing from mountain of regrets,
I should have tried and cast away my fears.
I need to take this opportune time,
My solitude, I must contemplate to be renewed.
Committing mistakes isn’t a crime.
I must ponder with gratitude and with fortitude.
Now, alone still reflecting,
I have unburdened my thoughts, my being.
I am His wondrous loving creation,
From the murky past, I can have great vision.
~ Rosella Dacquel