In the corner of my soul,
a rising sun,
I see the rays,
though they,
have yet to reach here,
dark clouds drift in,
over the horizon,
threaten to cover,
the promises of tomorrow’s,
I need walk,
to catch,
those promises,
I must climb,
to reach them,
go down,
into the valleys,
I must and,
WILL,
find my way,
into the sun.

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Yesterday my abuser was taken to hospital. He is dying. I was asked to help him financially. An idea I find repulsive. I have felt the peace forgiveness brings but it seems so hard.

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