Soul searching
Many many rooms
What i am looking for
Maybe lost for many many moons
Pieces of me
Scattered around
I know i must pick them up
The ones that i have found
Many are heavy with regret and shame
But facing the truth is the reason i came
Some are pieces
I cant believe i lost
They lay frozen from a sudden frost
I pick them up
And the ice begins to melt
And i feel again those things
For so long i never felt
Disgrace and remorse
Has taken too much from me
Forgiveness is a powerful force with the power to set me free
So i am soul searching
Building myself up again
Maybe that snowy weather was to remind
how warm i've been.
Lisa Ferris
Windydaze
About the Creator
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