This is a poem I wrote last summer. I was struggling with the actions of my life. I know that everyone has skeletons in their closet, but some of us have a walk-in closet.

I've done so many awful things to counter all the good. I want to remind myself that there is hope for me. I want to remind myself that we all have a chance at redemption. I'm not proud of any of my previous actions, but I also realize they made me the person who I am today. It always reminds me of the saying I heard, "Who do you think you are? Well, I think I'm me."

No matter the past, there's forgiveness for all who are willing to accept responsibility for their actions. And I'm willing to accept.