Apr 2016

I want to know
what it feels like
for reconciliation
to wash over
my fault lines.
Take my cracks
and paint them
with gold.
Let me glimmer,
                   gleam,
                           and glow
redemption.
Illuminate my mistakes
and let my skeleton
frame out a museum
of triumph

Mollie Grant
Written by
Mollie Grant  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
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