imprinted

at long last 

a chance
to write over the past

so I tread over old

footprints in the mud
thud, thud, thud, 

from the last time I was here

I screwed up then

it will probably happen again

but life-
 even though sometimes you're hard

even though lately
I've constantly been on guard-

thank you for existing

thank you for resisting, 

my pleas for you-
to give up on me.