You Are Not
Jan 18, 2023
A poem about recovery
You are not my enemy, as I don’t believe in war.
Clear skies are opening for me, can’t you see?
I am worth the whole world, blind soul.
Get on your knees, poor peasant,
You don’t deserve even one of my words.
I have wiped away my dumb tears, darling.
My soul is stronger than it was yesterday.
You are not my enemy, as I don’t believe in war.
I believe in healing my wounded soul,
I believe in rising from the dead.
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