Hellbent
Without an iota…
out of the pan
into the fire
for my wokeness
an eternal pyre
God given compassion
comfort
I cannot see
for my own
you will not believe
they say you can’t teach
an old dog
new tricks
but I will still try
between the stones
and the sticks
despite
what you’re believing
I wish you
ease of being
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2023
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