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
Search within
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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