Closure - Poem by Barbara Grant-Richardson
Stepping out of the armor is the
naked soul. Bondage to the heavy
burden of guilt for life in a state
Feelings of shame for moral wrong
Regretting the impact of the outcome
of a flight unchartered.
Searching to find a willingness to
change the course and start anew.
Cleansing the soul of the past,
Moving forward on the spiritual path
of hope and peace of mind.
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