The collective pains, Lord,
somehow got all tangled up
with my perception and image I have of
“me”.
Tell me something, does this freedom you speak of,
of that pain will I be free?
The acquired regrets, Lord,
somehow got all messed up
and confused my perception and image I have of
“me”.
Tell me something, does that freedom you speak of,
of those regrets will I be free?
The accumulated hurts, Lord,
somehow got all wrapped up
in the perception and image I have of
“me”.
Free of those things will your freedom
make possible for me?
©2010 Groshonda McDonald
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Hey Shonda...love your work, and the book you sent me, I hope this finds you well, but not too well that you can't write great poetry.see you around, been enjoying your book, blessings, chris behre
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