Wednesday, March 2, 2016

The Last Straw

a blanket of grace covers
my bed of distrust in
which I lay myself down,
and as my fears abate
something from within
releases me...   and, a new
freedom washes over the
entire history of my thoughts
as a forgetfulness dries
all eyes of doubt, warming
my last breath of life.

26Jan16

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