There was a time when my eyes were brighter
and my body lighter.
A time when I thought I was forever
that I could not die ever.
There was a time when I felt to know it all
what makes the earth turn, why I’m tall.
I blithely believed I alone could fix my fate
and that some things were worthy of hate.
I had but a whisp of patience with others
not knowing they were my sisters, brothers.
Then there came to me one fevered night
stark, haunting images that set me aright.
I saw in painful, gut-wrenching detail
my life had been an empty, odious shell.
I knelt beside my bed, abhorring my sin
and cried “Dear God, let me in.”
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