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Revised On Early Divorce
Revised
On Early Divorce
In solitude, I search for will
To mend my soul, and shed the chill
Of broken love, the loss, and fears
I taste this day- with salty tears.
Memories - are but the foe
That drags my fractured spirit slow
My children’s voices cast no balm
I search for hope, through prayer or psalm.
For only light of each day new
With all its promise, fresh and true
Will lead me to that phantom spark
That draws in hope, and lights the dark.
My friend is time; its patient will
Each passing day make dull the nil
That left me empty - duped of trust
A sunlit day, precedes the dusk.
The Dusk is tired; a weary yawn
My slumbers' calm until the dawn
I wake on wings of pains' full scope
This new day born- I ache for hope.
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