Loss Of Power
A fog you put before me
so I couldn’t see,
I couldn’t break inside of thee.
You laughed and clasped your hands to your hips
words of anger came from your lips.
Now I have the power to make a choice
with my new story I create with my voice.
Forgiveness is for mine and your mental health
forgiveness will help melt,
all spellls ever felt.
By Christina Sunrise for www.purplepoems.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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