Washaway

I have a mouth full of regrets

That I will rarely speak of

But will forever haunt me

Pills to keep me numb

That I will refuse to take

I need

I want

To feel this edge

This pain 

This hurt

I deserve every bit of 

What you cast my way

I will face my monsters

Head on

Slaying all doubts

That tie me down

I will forgive myself

A little more each day

Seeking light to bask in

Avoiding

The dark corners of my mind

Convincing myself 

I AM.

Worthy of this love.

Amber C. Smith 2015