
A Spectator
Observing
Gazing at others through an eyeglass
Each life as intricate as my own
I wonder,
If I had never flown
Would I have ever known?
As passersby scramble
I continue to gamble
A constant debate in my head
About things I should have said
Relationships I could have salvaged
Which instead left me bandaged
Wait,
I am not damaged.
Mistakes I made
A double-edged blade
My flaws do not define me
Rather, refine me
Introspection at its core
Is solely meant to restore
A believer in second chances
For those with regenerative circumstances
The realization that what once was
Will never die
Yet continue to grow
Transforming
To the Eye.