Loss Of Power

A fog you put before me

so I couldn’t see,

I couldn’t break inside of thee.

You laughed and clasped your hands to your hips

words of anger came from your lips.

Now I have the power to make a choice

with my new story I create with my voice.

Forgiveness is for mine and your mental health

forgiveness will help melt,

all spellls ever felt.

By Christina Sunrise for www.purplepoems.com

poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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