Each morning, I rise with a fragile hope,
That today will be the day I finally cope.
I look in the mirror and search for peace,
But the chains of guilt refuse to release.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They say forgive, and you’ll be free,
But they never spoke of forgiving me.
Of the scars I’ve buried deep inside,
Of the pain I feel, and the tears I’ve cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walk through days with a heavy heart,
Wishing the healing could simply start.
But the road is steep, and the path unclear,
Each step I take is weighed down by fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I blame myself for every fall,
For every mistake, both big and small.
I carry the burden of my own past,
Wondering how long this pain will last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet in the quiet, a whisper speaks,
Not from others, but the soul it seeks.
“Forgiveness isn\u2019t just a gift to bestow,
It’s a seed within that needs to grow.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I water that seed with gentle grace,
And let go of the guilt I face.
I learn that healing is a tender art,
A journey of love that starts in the heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And though each morning may start the same,
With shadows of doubt and whispers of shame,
I choose to believe that I\u2019m worth the fight,
That self-forgiveness is a slow-burning light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day I\u2019ll wake and feel the weight lift,
The burden of blame will finally shift.
Until then, I’ll be patient and kind,
For the path to peace begins in my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I rise again, with hope anew,
Knowing this journey will see me through.
And when I falter, I’ll hold on tight,
For the dawn will come after the longest night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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