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How does suffering shape the human spirit?
FAREWELL TO ME
I am not their inspiration.
I know that others have it worse.
It was not pre-destination.
Their kind prose makes me scream, “I’m cursed!”
Their sad eyes add to my storm.
One cross is cruel. Why make it three?
I only ask, “Please let me mourn”.
Farewell to whom I used to be.
Left foot, right foot, now smell the rose.
Sit in silence and wait for Thee.
Sign over the note I never owned.
I’m now the soul I’m meant to be.
I mourned the loss of who I’ve been.
My heart broke open and You slipped in.