Reflections

By A Poem Guy

Looking back has always been easy,

Seeing the mistakes in my actions,

The slips of my feet

The slams of my face.

But learning from those,

Trying to grow,

Has never been easy.

When I slip and reflect,

I don’t see the way I could’ve placed my feet.

When I slip and reflect,

I see the way I crashed,

Bumped into someone,

Broke a dream in someone.

Ruined the hopes in someone.

When I hit the ground,

Or get pushed,

I see the guy who did it.

Red devil horns form in my memories,

He’s a villain.

How dare he hurt me.

Trying to see that he was anxious,

Or focused on a friend,

Is hard.

He’s not me,

But he hurt me.

He’s not me,

But it wasn’t,

His,

Fault.

Fault is hard to place.

Because fault is subjective.

Fault is hard to place,

Because I don’t know what his story is.

What were they doing?

What were they thinking?

How could I know?

Looking back has always been easy.

Understand the circumstances has never been.

When I’m pushed and fall,

Even if it's obvious what caused it.

Why should they be evil?

They’re not, but I think they are.

I don’t know them.

They don’t know me.

Red devil horns are easy,

Angel halos are easy,

Silhouettes are easy,

But the grays are hard.

Looking back is your way to grow.

The slips of my feet show me where I should’ve stepped.

The slams of my face show me who I should forgive.

And seeing the mistakes I’ve made shows me what I need to change.