(in which we imitate Gerard Manley Hopkins, so I am forced to make up some emo bullshit that rhymes)
In youth I was told over and over again
That it was virtuous to trudge on, to persevere
Through doubt, catch and conquer fear
With the help of courage and friends,
But I can barely remember the last time when
My way forward was that noble or clear
As it emerged from the end of the previous year
To extract the shining now from the mires of then,
Because I can't stop thinking about your
Turned shoulder, the resolute tilt of your chin
Above your loose-knit scarf as you shut the door.
No, I can't keep from seeing where I've been,
But soon enough I won't be seeing anymore,
So if this is giving in, I guess I'm giving in.
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