A Poem
Guns are not toys.
Guns are not fun.
Just look at all the harm they have done.
My life is a mess.
Improving, at best.
I have no more demons to confess.
Forever impacted
By this event protracted.
A smudge in my life that should be redacted.
I went to prison
While you lived your life.
Now I am back to continue this strife.
I am smart.
I am kind.
But I’m leaving that other woman behind.
I rise anew
From ashes askew.
A phoenix has risen, proud and new.
Impervious to pain,
My past, it has slain.
And I will never be crossed again.
I’m letting go
Of the shame, guilt, and regret
Desperately trying to adopt a new mindset.
But please forgive me if I make some mistakes.
Because this is my life
For as long as it takes.
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This poem simply poured out this morning.
Enjoy.
As always, I hope you all are safe and healthy.
Anne the Vegan 