Truth Betold
The holes in my arms are deep
and healed over,
but the strain on my back
from the weight on my shoulders,
still causes me pain
when I look in the mirror,
The scars on face
spell it out clear.
I can turn from my past
and plan for tomorrow,
but where is relief
from the pain and the sorrow.
I stll smile everyday,
grateful , no doubt!
for the pain i am hiding,
i placed high on a shelf
Years have gone by,
my children beside me,
what of the grief i feel
im still hiding,
what of the lost time
ill never regain,
or the child lost to me
i dare not speak her name
Lord give me refuge,
for i must seek shelter.....
(unfinished)
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