I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but this poem passionately fits who I see myself to be at my core. Enjoy!
She holds onto the pain like it’s a gift
A repeated sad and sullen refrain
Her joy on a blackened sea now adrift
The hurtful words echo inside her brain
When her eyes close, she still sees the faces
The home for eyes filled once with so much love
Now on them she cannot find the traces
Of what she thought was sent from up above
Where is the hope that scarred heart will mend
Is it unseen in the clouds of despair
Wasted is all the time that she can spend
Continuing to breathe in poisoned air
The wrongs worn like a proud badge of honor
So others will know just how hard she tried
But the darkness that they cast upon her
Stifles her from seeing the other side
Let go of these old wounds, let them be past
Let light break through on her darkest of days
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I needed this today. Thank you for sharing it. ❤️
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I got a little teary-eyed about your grandmother’s quilt. Congrats on being able to “let it go”!
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