Tiny shoelaces

Tiny shoelaces were meant to be laced

An unrelenting reminder about my fall from grace

Self forgiveness is all I have left, my choice echoing in permanence

My reasoning was framed as unfortunate timing. In recollection you were so pure, oh my grief.

A visceral downfall that landed me on the bathroom floor never unfelt or undone

No need to hug me or provide solace I will forever be my own source to shun

Loud voices carry on, staking rectangular signs their message twists the knife

Not all their opinions are experiential, yet they may never know their power to tattoo my inner strife

Nevermore can I bring you back nor will I know your soul as mine is left in wreckage

If only this could be the message