hopes and dreams
the promise and anticipation
of something better than me
a clean slate
loving and guiding
nurturing and teaching
rarely perfect
frequently flawed
bothered by
mistakes I've made
but sometimes
I hit one out of the park
highs and lows
laugh and cry
the rhythm of
each and every day
too little attention
they slip into the cracks
too much structure
I only battle myself
the results are tallied
the bell has been rung
it’s not perfection
but it’s good enough
do they know it
do I show it
my shell can be hard
but my heart melts
reconciling this
it is what it is
let it go, let it be
wishing i had no regrets
preconceived ideas that
sometimes got in my way
it was after all a clean slate
it just wasn’t mine
