A sin, not of one’s own making, leads to suspicion and disharmony. Can it be overcome?
Frustration. Tears filling my eyes.
The words crashing on my ears:
Unable to believe we are here again.
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My status has changed.
I have fallen from grace,
Never to be forgiven and restored.
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It was you who left, who wanted out!
Seeking greener pastures? I still don’t know.
But because of another, a Madonna no more.
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Now always searching for cracks, for flaws.
Innocent words bent and twisted into something wrong.
The pedestal rubble beneath my feet.
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Frustration. My healing heart hurting again.
Sadness descends; a constant state of mind.
Will peace ever be restored?
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