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Jul 2020
Soon I will peak the pinnacle
of my ever convalescent soul,
and dance to the rhythm of
Mother Earth's warming glow.

Soon I shall defy the odds
and make conviction my home,
bidding well to former vices
and write my glory in stone.

Soon I can commit myself
to forgiveness, love and faith
and take your inviting hand
to a luring, otherworldly place.

But for now I take the toll,
hold the weight and persevere.
For now I brace sullen the fog
until my fated path is clear.
Amber Waddy
Written by
Amber Waddy  Colchester, England
(Colchester, England)   
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