'If only''s claw and scar the soul
they calcify the heart
destroy the roots
of newly sprouted plants
that should be reaching to the sky
and sun to blazon fiery words
of passion, love, forgiveness
in between the sullen clouds
all set to rain on the parade;
nevermore in raven tones
croaking damply in the background
will never bring me down to earth
while Spirit, Source and Being
bear me up and guide
my shaking steps around the
hazards in my path. Real life
stripped of its 'if only's
becomes an anthem of acceptance
self love, self knowledge,
peace and quiet nights
beneath the stars.
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