is an explanation enough?

Is it enough
to reach a realization at the end,
to finally have in hand
an explanation
of why I feel the way I do?

An explanation
cannot replenish
the time lost, energy wasted,
minutes and heartbeats traded for depression
because at the time,
I could see no other option.

Is it something, though?
Can it kickstart the sheep
as I try to fall asleep tonight?

At the time,
I could see no other option.

true motives

It’s a funny thing
to realize, before my eyes
the true motives behind the plan
I had crafted for days,
perfecting every detail in my mind’s eye.

The truth stung me like a wasp.
Still, it hurts.