A forgiveness, bestowed upon oneself. Have the courage to start again.

To err, to make a blunder,
threadbare, your will to wonder,
what may await at the end of the road.
But ’tis no fate, nor privilege bestowed.
Only liberated of guilt, your spirit rebuilt,
may your feat not be left incomplete.
Is beating yourself worth it?

Dewi, writing a poem is a challenge already, but that one-line requirement brought it to a whole new level. I took the liberty to expand a little bit. One day, I’ll learn to write one liners that speak as much as yours does!

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