Blessed

 

So grateful for clarity,

forgiveness is what sets me free,

a chance to learn, to love the real me.

Though my heart still sheds a tear,

there is hope where there was fear

and shame and blame and disregard.


I'm not playing with those cards.

I'm writing thank you from my heart

to those who love me.

There's a part

of me who still will not believe,

but I tell it to hush,

and I breathe.


I breathe with creator

as I try to love the child,

the child the way it made her,

the plan of the creator.


So long ago before,

she cried behind the door,

but now she's laid to rest,

and I can move on, blessed.


2011


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