I'm a little tired of being down on myself.
And the folks being down on me too.
It was cool when I shared their views on the subject;
when we all thought that I was a fool.
But I've shaped a beginning of an ending I like
a contentedly pleasant ever after.
So I'm done defaming the man that I was
done re-reading the preceding chapters.
I was hoping the world would feel just like I do,
that we would all take the new me at face.
But everyone else is still stuck on the old.
Old inequities, old me, old mistakes.
So I plow ever onward through the ne'er tilled earth.
Filled with stones that were once thrown at me.
And though I was once a thrower myself,
I, unlike they, have set me free.