Prodigal pick up your transgressions,
Lay them before you,
Look upon yourself and ask,
How far have I fallen?
Where am I now?
Shrouded in shadows,
Cast long by statues of my past,
Reminders of moments lost.
The choice to let them slip,
Fade slowly in the distance,
Out of grasp yet within chase.
How strong are your legs?
Do they have the will to carry on?
To carry the weight of all you have wrought,
In search of all you have lost.
Lay bare, lay bare your past,
Look upon it and weep,
Leave your tears and sorrows with them.
They are burdens of their own,
Do not weigh yourself further,
You only slow your pursuit.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
