I made a mistake.
A mistake causing hurt and harm.
Lost trust .
I wanted to hide the mistake,
To erase it.
But it had happened.
It is a part of my story.
To hide it would be to hide a part of me.
To hide is to shrink.
I used to think perfection was my purpose.
Now I think differently.
Bravery is my purpose.
I want to face my mistakes.
Only then can I grow.