What were once vices
are now fond memories.
Nostalgic for the sins of the past
committed under the illusion of youth
and carried into a mid-life crisis
that can’t be explained.
Wisdom is acquired through pain
and karma comes around
when you least expect it.
Past transgressions are no longer hidden away
in the darkest corners of my soul
for the darkness was torn asunder by catharsis
and illuminated by the tears of awareness.
It’s all grist for the mill,
fuel for my transformation
into what I was meant to be all along.