Summer to December.

I had no path. I walked a trail of repeating regrets and shame. My consequences were swirls that continuously sucked me back into the same old cave in an arctic mountain called flaws. There was nothing much left, but to give in, and let the frostbites get the best of me. As I felt the hoarfrost frigidly inch itself around every corner of my body, in swept this foreign weather, bringing summer to December. The warmth rekindled life and constructed security. The light outlined a pathway to my very own dreamland. While, the heat melted all the redundant ice. But rather than harmonizing my dream home, I took it for granted and abused it. Instead of elevating what loved my insecurities most, and saved me from myself; I betrayed it. I crumpled its trust into a paper ball, forgetting that once I’d regret it, there’s no going back- for the wrinkles would always remain. I’m back to square one knowing that the past has already been published, and apologies cannot edit any of the misfortunes that have already been written. Then again, it’s up to the present to decide if I want a happy ending to my future sequel. Will I give faith for a brighter future a fighting chance, or will I sit back and watch myself dig a deeper hole? I just hope its not late enough for you to stick around to read it...