From the Chaos

The mistakes that we make are chances to learn something new. You have to sink in order to swim. But our mistakes can stick with us, weighing us. Sometimes, we can't down our demons; Because they can swim too. We try to float, to even just tread water. But the demons of our past pull us down and all we can do is sink deeper into the dark pool of our self-destruction. The future is what uplifts us and keeps us afloat with hope. So how do we fix that which is broken? Shattered beyond compare, how do we find the buoy to keep our head above water, so we may gain the strength to swim to shore?