With each failure,
we learn.
Though each mistake
can teach us
a valued lesson,
some choose
openness,
a willingness
to change.
Others,
find solace
in the sanctity
of exile.
To wall away,
that which wrought pain.
Until,
inevitably,
the wall solidifies,
hardens,
a bulwark to growth.
Here,
amidst the decay
of martyrdom,
wisdom falters.
Impediments to evolve.
Restrictions,
self imposed
for a lifetime.
There,
upon the impasse
of culpability,
our true death begins.
Evermore
we drift,
undead,
eternally doomed
to repeat the past.