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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Mend

It's been years now since you've left me
The bruise has healed, wound have mended.
But the scars are visible, I can't deny
Marks of my weary past, forever it will last.

My soul has healed out of torment
Slowly finding pieces that were fiercely stolen;
The haunting each dusk have gone already.
Under reconstruction of a brand new tomorrow

As I look in my chaotic past.
I saw the patches of my missing piece.
The wonder and search seems to be clearer now;

The purpose has been restored, I found redemption.

Photo by Paola Chaaya on Unsplash

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