Self-Compassion

Lord knows

The Lord’s nose

Could smell the grief upon me

A rank scent

Like foul blood

I’m covered head to knee


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A lamp

A djinn

Forgiveness through a genie?


Naught a wish

But tempered action

Naught frozen

But fiery and steadfast

Forgiveness, oh forgiveness

Embrace thy present

Release thy past

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