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There was no hope in the past

There was love lost as the years rolled by

I had given so many people pieces of me they could never afford to give back

I have loved people with my whole heart only for them to leave invisible wounds that were now my job to mend

There was no hope in changing the minds of those who created the traumatic past that plagues me in my dreams at night

The sorrow of many yesterdays are etched in my memory bank

I tried psychological fixes but they never really seemed to heal all the places where I was broken

The puddles of hurt my feet tread left the shoes I wear drenched in pain

There is no hope in carrying all this pain the experts would tell me as I sit on their couch

You and I could sit around and weigh the degrees of our pain together

We would find out the comparison was unnecessary because sorrow and pain are immeasurable.

The tears that rolled from my trauma were no badge of honor but pieces of agony escaping through my eyes

The only peace I see these days is hoping for brighter tomorrows and a healing of the soul only God can give

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Poem by Shakera Williams