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Remembering, pondering Grasping at ahead Endless mental wanderings Acceptance, submission, dread Am I the broken one Hating what’s been torn Must I be the unspoken one Near death, embrace reborn How can I find rebirth to trust even today When I accept my worth I’ll be shown the way
I vow to forgive, 77 plus one My heart and dreams relive Fallacious years begun I walk a fine line Farce has many faces Your wishes or are they mine Impermissible disgraces Hard to recognize I’ve been called naïve I stagger at unkind And yet I still believe. Words and art Patsy P.
