To let go of the past and start over,
hidden stories arise out of nowhere,
even to make amends, it is too late.
To learn, as a kid, I was an ogre,
riddled with holes of memory unkind,
ask no one, childhood friends cut loose the bear,
gathering honey by the hive, the bait
entices with its scent, hell-bent on sweet
drops of amber tumbling down, was I blind
yet could see clearly my self-deception
of a past where I harmed other people,
forgive and forget, my self-conception.
Atone for my past mistakes, the steeple
reminds me of the bell that tolls, to meet
temptation in the eye, accept the past,
honor the people I've harmed, my mistakes
unraveled the life of my cousin, stakes
riddle each vampire, my heart holds fast.
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