Broken. Battered. Confused. My lips still feel bruised. Discouraged. Undone. Vulnerable. I quiver in anger, disgust. Bony finger thrust at you. Heart mired in distrust. Hot Coals against you, leaving my hands blistered, burning. Grief floods my eyes. Sadness erupts, forever behind the molten anger, running like lava down my face. Searing. Seething. Smothering smokeContinue reading “A Path to Forgiveness”
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