I'm finding it hard to stay positive,
with the passing of each new day;
Im finding it hard to be kind,
both in deeds and words I say.
Divorce is such a bitter word,
and one that floods my heart;
With resentment, bitterness and anger,
oh when will the healing start?
So for now I look to the future,
and pray that I may live to see;
The day when I can look into the mirror,
and like who's looking back at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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