Poetry

What's done is done
You can't go back and change it
It's time to move on
You can't rearrange it

You've paid your price
And it's time to proceed
No matter what your vice
Unsteady as it seems

You'll rise above anything
You rebuild your self-esteem
You feel like you're grasping
At a big ball of string

One string at a time
One day at a time
You're growing into
A better person in time