Do you think you're Heaven worthy
for myself—I never have
The weight I carry pulls me down
and keeps me off the path
I avoid most every mirror
my reflection haunts me still
With eyes that stare like piercing lasers
to maim, and then to kill
My spirit left in ashes
my kindled soul to burn
Salvation buried in the coals
—from lessons never learned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2018)
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