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Writing

A Poem of Unwant

Give me the perspective of true faith.

Where grace overwhelms the bitter heart

and Love confuses the untold hurt.

Those that lie deep within have a sight of

malice that remains unseen to the unexpecting eye.

Anger that seeps through skin is condensation

to the healthy soul,

but to the inflicted another dusk begins.

The shadows of the long night stain conversation

that is meant for rejuvenation

but all it brings up are shields.

The battlefield of self worth.

Known too well.

too many.


Experience educates us

but systematic education limits us.

Fighting our instincts and conforming

to unneeded wants


I don't recognise myself.


So


The journey to rediscovery starts now





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