Bitterness in silence, 
failure chronicled by my own hand,
nails carving into the surface,
etching my collected shortcomings,
tangled gossamer memories, 
pull the thread, 
what has be done cannot be forgotten, 
no matter how deep you bury it,
the spiral stairs lead under,
downward into the depths,
your answer beneath the rubble. 
Learn to forgive, 
dress the wounds of self harm,
cast away thoughts
those that are sharp like daggers,
memories more crippling than any physical pain,
pack and then unpack,
carefully laying out the baggage you’ve drug behind you,
you’ve reached your destination.