I stand in awe
the joy, peace love
in my world
I run through it, I laugh in it, I dance
I talk, I yell, I cry in it
It holds me when I sleep
This, this was created out of disbelief
This was created out of pain, fear,
An aching in my throat that knows no name
A heart filled with shame
A mind full of regret
Broken pieces, shards of glass
That cut me as I walk
No way out, no way to change
Hopelessness
I marvel at the creation of my life
This is grace
Shirley Smith 2020
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