Taking the same path,
crossing the same street,
I had been in a blood bath,
almost ceased my heart to beat.
Waking up to the same sunrise,
dozing off to the same moonshine.
Oh, how fast the time flies,
am still living the life of mine.
Empty promises,
broken trust.
Barren love,
self-worth doubts.
Pain,
unpleasant memory.
Guilt,
unforgivable sin.
Second chances,
new beginnings,
Self-love restored,
now all-smiling.
Though I still take the same path,
the same street,
Wake up to the same sunshine,
sleep to the same moonlight,
It will remind me of,
not the hurt,
nor the hatred...
neither also, leaving,
But of understanding,
of forgiving,
of trust,
and of love...
Loving truly, again.
I am not perfectly mended,
still in the graceful process.
But am at peace with my soul,
for I found my savior,
who has never forsaken me.
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Midnight Phantasm
Short StoryA collection of short stories and poems inspired by true events and fantasies created in the mind of a hopeful romantic.
