Am I forgiven? For all of my faults?
Can you see me bear it all in this ink?
Do you see how much my pen bleeds?
Or how much I am trying to believe?

That I am forgiven for the number of things I've done wrong,
For my past decisions and indiscretions,
Lack of care, heart, and a soul struggling to hold on,
And this is why I ask for permission.

To let it go and see tomorrow, my future,
I want to feel sorrow, and see closure,
My time here is borrowed, I wish it to last forever,
Or perhaps I am simply tired, wishing for rainy weather.

I always believed that regrets were born of mistakes,
And have never viewed my choices as bad decisions,
I'm not the type to backpedal on what I've done, or said,
Written, or typed, everything has led me to be here, where I am.

Someone very dear to me once said 'When I look into His eyes, I will know, I will understand' ttt A thinker's poem that I enjoyed very much ttt

Thank you, Ladywind...As always, much appreciated, glad you enjoyed it.

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Cheers, harsh...Glad you enjoyed it.

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Awesome write....

Glad you enjoyed it, thank you for the compliment...Much appreciated.