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Not Myself

One cold day
I broke something
That shouldn’t be broken

One sad day
I hated me
Enough to hurt you

Forgiveness
The bittersweet pill
That I would seek

But what good would it do?
Now that he and not I
Wraps his arms around you

One bad day
I found a shred of doubt
And I made it my truth

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

 

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Comments
  1. dtdeedge says:

    Can one choose Truth?

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