Saturday, December 31, 2022

Poem I wrote

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THIS WILL BE THE TIME

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This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


For being young, uninformed, misguided, innocent, gullible, optimistic, blind, hopeful. open and eager


This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


For being abused, taken advantage of, fooled, tricked, lied to, groomed, persuaded and led astray


This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


For being damaged, confused, frightened, slow, weird, awkward, withdrawn, and erratic


This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


This is the moment when we can lay down our burden of self-blame


Continue on with only the few light things we need


Like encouragement, compassion, understanding and nurturing


In our little bag, now so light once recriminations are dumped out


While we are not going to be totally carefree, we are going to be much freer


Starting our journey anew, into the new day


With those things that no longer serve us 


Tossed away, into the abyss, the past, wherever


May now be the time you forgive yourself


So you can flow unfettered into the new year


With your head held high, a spring in your step


Holding the tiny invisible hand of younger you 


The little Fool that needs to be embraced and guided


Away from danger and towards our rightful path


To self-realization


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