Forgiving Myself


At times I wonder, can I forgive myself?
My past self would say, “If not you who else?”
I want the courage to make vulnerable my heart


When I look up I see neither sun or moon, only the dark
Inside my heart I hear screams of sorrow and pain
My heart desires the comfort of the rain


My circumstances blotch my skin with stain
Forgiveness is wealth that inspires spiritual health
So my sickness makes hard to say, “I love myself.”

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