free verse


The strike left a scar on my heart,

One that could only be mended

By the very Creator I had so emotionally raged against.


The trip, for the purpose of the greater Good,

Replays in my mind sometimes like a fairytale,

But I learned that day the path would become very twisted.


The girl – later I would find her, transformed ever darker

By the years we had spent apart – was beautiful;

I thought she was Light.


The years did damage to me, too,

But the Creator would mend – as He does.

And He still does. And will ’til I see Him face to face.

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