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Apr 2015
HOW LONG MUST I WALK THIS UNFORGIVING PATH,
OF ENDLESS SELF-PERSECUTION?
MEMORY UPON MEMORY,
CRASHING IN ME,
LIKE UNRELENTLESS SELF-BLAME.
WHY WAS INSIGHT NOT MY SHARE,
IN THIS MY PAIN?
SELF-REFLECTION ON DIFFERENT APPROACHES,  BRINGS MORE REGRETS THAN SOLUTIONS.
AND THOUGHTS OF EMPTY PROMISES,
REVERBERATES THROUGH MY BEING,
LIKE THE ENDLESS REPETITIVE WAVES
OF OCEANS FAR AND WIDE.
WITH FEET COVERED IN ROCKS BROKEN, OVER TIME,
TO COVER SOFTLY THE ROLLING TIDE,
PLACING A BARRIER BETWEEN LOST AND FOUND.
SLOWLY REALIZATION DAWNS IN MY SPIRIT,
AND MY SOUL FEELS THE JOYOUS RELEASE
OF A NEW BEGINNING.
BUT FIRST.....
THE SANDS OF TIME CARESSED IN WAVES OF PEACE
MUST FIND ME!
AND LIKE A DOVE,
GENTLY SETTLING ON MY HEART,
I FEEL THE NEW MAN EMERGE....
AND I WILL GLIDE LIKE AN EAGLE,
ON WINGS OF RESTORATION.....
KNOWING I AM....

FOR FILIPE.....
MY DEAREST LIONHEART
Christina Croucamp
Written by
Christina Croucamp  Mosselbay
(Mosselbay)   
510
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