Robert Murray Smith
Forgiveness - Poem by Robert Murray Smith
The past masks a hurt so strong.
From whence it came is bold, present.
Your visage appears like a beautiful bird in song.
Yet, no dust storm could so envelop my presence.
No storm would rain down so long.
Hope, an eternal summer day, becomes florescent.
That thought lasts an instant, an era bygone.
To banish, accept that hurt, is my sentence.
Torment prevails over a winter long.
A mist lifts from the dark clouds present.
Bright light, my darkness is not prolonged.
So hard to continue this black winter, in essence.
Fight, lift this mood, shoot for the stars, be strong.
Reason prevails all is forgiven, a remitted sentence.
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