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Give It Time


 

Thinking unconsciously

How life can get better

Just know I came from a mile

To where I was before.

 

Locked in a box; I abandoned

Sealed to be forbidden.

 

Maybe it won't be so hard

Things will get better

It may not be now but later

A reason that this happened

May be something greater

It’s a commitment

Distant for now, but

Our path crossed and woven

Concealed tight.

 

When held captive in — abyss

Escape, the overcast of shadows

The sun will shine in the dark

So bright it can be seen, in the unknown

Where i can follow , lead me  

To be open .

To be free.

To be happy.

All  to vanish;

My time will come.

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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