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Aug 2017
With mental shears,
the ropes holding me back,
severed.

My new self,
blooms in the sun,
of a new day.

Watered by tears
of past wrongs,
converted.

Roots grow
in fertile soil,
as growth continues.

Future is mine,
going forward,
opportunities.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
72
     Keith Wilson and Elizabeth J
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