
words and actions
trinkets of utter decay.
Rejection a bitter pill,
a nasty treat easily
served, a sense of defeat.
For in blindness and faith
oft’ we fail to see
how inhumane many
can be. Self-preservation
an ongoing meal of
the day(s), a time
to severe the chains
that bind, a cleansing
of a once troubled mind.
Reclaiming WHAT ONCE
WAS LOST……
Therein lies the fountain
of the purest hue;
loving kindness and compassion
to name but a few.,
WHAT ONCE WAS LOST
will forever be a lesson
learned, a mistaken identity.
©️PSA 31/10/19.
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