Reflections of the Past

My heart bled out onto the notes that I wrote. Leaving me to cringe over my vulnerability, that appears more like naïvety to me now.

I began to feel shameful and quite foolish, as I watched the perpetual cycle I’ve been repeating pounce off of the screen and slap me in the face.

Causing my rose colored glasses to slip down the bridge of my nose and shatter upon hitting the ground.

So, here I find myself feeling unsure if I have grown wiser and stronger or just weary and defeated over the past four years.