It Confesses
I was the soil in your garden,
poisoning your fruits
I was the foundation you built your structures on,
crumbling as they rose
I was the wings you used to fly,
keeping you from taking flight
I have been found,
in the depths of my hiding place
Now I am banished,
as you reveal your true face.
Copyright © Richard Martins | Year Posted 2016
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