A word my thoughts to share
Mundane ,feel not a thing
In sweaters bundled warm
Feel not the urge to sing
The hours spent in vain
With pleas never heard
Alone now common place
Love turned to absurd
Forgiveness know it not
Forgiveness of myself
A critic harsh I am
This story I Can’t sell
Indeed injury deep
My path I’ve felt much pain
This self-growth so hard
And story seems so plain
I know from this I’ll rise
Perhaps this penance clear
Mend the soul that’s broke
Restore to strangers dear
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