My Space

Finding my space, my place to breathe

In living my life I refuse to bleed

To claim sorrow’s tears and the memories of pain

To shackle my soul and tamp down the flame

This life is too short to let roses wither

Before they can reach for the sun

And the morning of tomorrows to come

Where life’s precious gift is the moment I’ve spun.

I let sorrows linger in the shadows behind

While I open my heart and my soul and my mind



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