Ornaments

Could you help me out and say it?

That I was in out of my depth

Couldn’t catch myself from falling off the earth

Could you let me shelve the failures?

I’d be sitting down for this mess

Sent a card back home with a poem on the front

The time is showing the cracks upon my hands

Could it feel like this forever?

Be where I wanted to be?

Could I say it now without breaking down again?

I’m finally throwing this stack of ornaments

And I’m fine with growing out of who I am