As I zip the last bag, memories flip through my mind, have I fully lost myself, Lord please show me a sign. As I accompany shame and guilt, so broken from the past, minus stitches and staples, a fully needed cast.
As I climb a broken ladder, it starts with looking up, thought that we shared everything, now sits an empty cup. Analyzing the past few months, seeing the lesson in my mistakes, the more I pray about it, this pain will have to wait.
As I accept my choice path, toting my bags in the cold, this path here is dead and broken, my next is paved with gold. As I lose the most important thing, but beauty in the growth, swearing on a change in life, I'll submit it under oath.
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