Missing Pieces
I am what I am but do
i have the courage to change
whats imperfect? to walk the shadowed
roads to find myself and
the light? No more thoughts
of pain and rage although i do
cry like a soft rain, to shower
to heal and nourishment to the soul
and what a cleansing feeling.
so i think i will go for a walk today
just for me and maybe find some
of the missing pieces of me.
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