Grace

Tue, 08/20/2019 - 07:26 -- Leesa

 Why is the world filled with destruction. Why are we filled with so much obstruction. Trying my hardest to struggle through. Trying to believe and juggle through. All these obstacles I face. Leaving nothing but a trace. The past I erase. Leaving nothing but grace.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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