They are who they are.
They did what they did.
All the talk in the world won’t change that.
Pick your bones from the floor.
Breathe life into your paper skin.
And step forward on shaky limbs.
You are born anew.
They still are who they are.
Now, tell me again, how you think you have lost?
And tell me this: If you spend your time planning revenge, who is planning your future?
That’s supposed to be you, dummy.
*First published in Live Like That, 2014.