Poetry

I thought

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this was the moment I would step up and things would amount to something.

But, things still seem the same even though some charges have happened.

The stuff in the past seems to come back and be more painful than before.

What was I thinking to believe that the impossible was so possible for me, so much doubt and so little time to change and realize I am more than what I think I am now.

It’s getting to be where the little hope that is coming my way is healing the old and new wounds, which is letting me see the light and the truth.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes