I will wrap each mistake and each regret around myself like a blanket made of razor blades
it will cut me and make me bleed but the wounds will always close with scars to show
and some may be more noticeable than others once they heal,
but the only way to find out is to shed the comfort of the pain and sorrow.

shedding like a snake with old skin and becoming anew

the change hurts and rocks my heart like a boat out at sea in the dead of a storm that Zeus has cast down to kill the crew.

except he's too great for that.

the crew will feel like death is upon them
but like my heart, the joy will come when the storm is over and the God they feared taints them with his love

the storm that rains my past failures and mistakes
that paints my body with the color of fault will cease and the images of blunder marked onto my skin will evaporate into the sky and release me from this never ending hell that I now have found is actually resistant to flames.

and when the blanket I shed and the paint drips from my body I find comfort in the fact that every mark and color left is tragically beautiful.