Over the Top with Dramatics
Every piece of clothing I wore,
At one time...
Bore my own tear stains.
Over the top with dramatics?
I wish this fact,
'Was' an exaggeration with theatrics.
Back to back agonies,
Had seemed the only air...
I came to learn to breathe.
I would cling onto my woes,
As if they were new born babies.
Protectively I held them close.
And then one day,
An adjustment was made!
I forgave myself for tossing away my faith.
Every piece of clothing I wore,
At one time...
Bore my own tear stains.
Spinning I was...
In a dysfunctional whirpool of guilt.
And a remorse felt from displaced anger.
And when I discovered I was being tested.
To prove a love I within confessed,
God released me from that mess I kept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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