Maybe I have been wrong
about everything.
Maybe all of my emotions
were based on things
never done to me,
but on what I thought
was happening.
Now I find clarity
in the debris of my past,
in the ruins
of previous lovers
and my former selves.
Thank God for
all the things
that didn't work out.
Thank God
for the people that hurt me
(intentionally or not).
Thank God for the jerks
that blew me off,
relationships that ended,
friends that dropped me.
Thank God for the tears-
the days and nights
of endless tears.
Every time they fell,
they cleansed me,
they renewed me.
And while I changed
in little ways,
sometimes backwards ways,
it was all part of the journey.
And here I stand today,
not perfect by any means
(that I'll never be)
but better than yesterday.
And every day I'll strive
to be better than the day before
(sometimes worse admittingly)
but trying nonetheless.