Wringing hands. Twisting and tearing. A soul’s tears flow, staining, burning. Lives torn, tortured, tormented. An outpouring of pain and anguish A scrubbing, cleansing, Of a soul wounded by wrongs By a blind, arrogant, pseudo-religious world. A welcome purging; The creation of new spaces in my soul For light, for spirit, for hope. Spaces for understanding, for love, for tomorrow. My soul’s tears flow and heal yesterday’s wounds New spaces form A new life begins Born from the ruins of ignorance, indolence, indifference. I live - finally! Rejoice |
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