All That Is Defined
All of the bad has been there all along.
I was too blind, or stupid, or pitiful to see the things that you have done wrong.
I have to forgive myself for the weakness which is mine.
If I don't forgive myself, mistrust will be unkind.
I'm tired of these feelings and I'm tired of this time.
May I rewind all that is defined?
Copyright © Sarah Sublett | Year Posted 2011
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