Victory
You will see me someday
Seeing only the truth
The open wound deep inside
Despairing I hide
The growing bitter bed
Together apart we wed
You will see and obey
Its not your way
Like a raw raisin pit
I won't miss you one bit
You'll wish you could see
I will be happy
Wellsprings of water
Drawing deep will rise
You'll miss me
I surmise
You will walk the silted sand
With bags in hand
Upon the realization
I can
Reach the depths of despair without you
And find a smile in my heart.
Copyright © Cheree Scott | Year Posted 2015
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