Poetry (words)


I’m finding my way. Trying hard not to look back, to see the natural end of situations and let go. Like putting a fire blanket over my feelings. Eventually the power and the heat will go out. To understand my mistakes as nothing more than that. I left the door open to forgiveness, but it was closed unconditionally.  At times I still question the depth that existed or if it existed at all. Some people bookmark the pages and some don’t care for books at all. 


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