As days withered away, Grandfather Time never making exceptions.
I regret those memories where I completely lost my internal perception.
From these mistakes, I've grown to know that everything I did was all wrong.
My lost childhood, those dissapated moments of which Grandfather robbed.
Losing my original, personal inflection, there appeared new traits that I wasn't aware.
Due to this, I no longer cared to know, but began a thirst for knowledge to care.
Inflicted by the past, I thought abiding the rules kept me safe and secure.
But now I realize they are merely warnings, nothing near a heroic figure.
I anticipated my strengths and prowess would protect what is dear to me.
Although I've come to acknowledge that my true potential resides in my Achilles' heel. |
Submission Name: Vulnerability
