Sometimes

Sometimes
I can't sleep
So I allow
All the shit
To pour
Out of my brain
In an attempt
To regain
Reign
Over my senses

I am thankful
For this blank page
Sometimes
I cover with rage

Or

Confessions from the cage
In which
I allow
My self
To live

Sometimes
I look back
And discover
I haven't moved an inch
But sometimes
I look back
And see
That doors
Are opening
And sometimes
I've even
Taken
A step outside

What would it look like
To shed my past
The shackles
Of the mistakes
Of the earlier versions
Of my self

What would it sound like
To speak
Without fear

What would it feel like
To forgive Mee?