Bathe in the glory you are
drawing from difficult choices made,
wander corridors your pain has frequented the most
whilst sleeping shadows and out of the rain.
Regret from the depth of your soul
ignite warmth toward loves who endure,
the sufferance only a true face caresses
as you pose delicate for mirrors once more.
Sit peaceful waiting tides of acceptance
head laying pillows of thoughts from afar,
reaching through dreams for realities wishes
to embrace in the glory you are.
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