To feel better
I wrote a letter
To my therapist
In the Nevada mist
I wrote with a pen
How men hurt me back then
I wrote slow
And suddenly heard let it go
I turned around
But heard at the moment no sound
While I was still seated
This voice repeated
And said
In my head
Let me be clear
Your bitterness is getting you no where
For most of your life, you were not living
You were not giving
It's good that do
What I will command you
Just forgive
And start to live
©arianna.b
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