by
Carson O T P Alexander
wrongs have been hurled in my face,
Pains I feel and memories,
I cant erase,
As Its phase of pace,
that has a bitter sweet taste,
Within the Reality of Truth,
As Peace dwells in the midst of brightness or gloom,
Free am I as I inhale vast amounts of possible positivity,
alongside fresh air of land n sea
4givng You 4giving Me!