I saw the light, was born again, bless my soul
Threw baggage to the lost and found, unburdened
Relinquished the pull of error filled ways
Left the wife, clean break for everyone justified
Freshly squeezed passions poured into new chapters
Good for you!
But wait, before you run through pastures new
Let me pose some scattered questions
about the nonsense of starting over
When walking away from pain caused
why do the addicts savour the sweet of
rehabilitated selves for a second life?
Any care for the ones there first time around?
once remarried, new love reaps rewards of sobriety
What of those who tried to lift you along the way
but fell foul to your problem, lighter fuel to your destruction?
Why is that cheaters and wife beaters might change
only after they derange the minds of the faithful
that cradled them like babies in their dark weakness
forgiving the black, helped them find a route back?
What of those who bear the scars of blood stained cries
but lay with you, tending an ill mind
like Florence Nightingale to your sickness?
We all deserve a second chance don’t we?
But who deserves to benefit from it more or less?
Who is cursed and who is blessed, is it equal?
Perpetrator or victim left alone with the din, and
which is which in such heady co-dependant mix?
Whose mystery to solve, as the party moves on
into someone else’s night, turning the lights out
in the trail of your wake, no more mistakes
past life erased to the nonsense of starting over
Is it as easy as that I wonder?