Stripped clean.
Yesterday still ringing
In my ears.
Bruised,
But not beaten.
Never beaten.
Sinner or saint.
Who should judge.
Slain,
Yesterdays wrongs.
Tomorrow yields yet
Another skirmish of sins.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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Thank you! I really like this one. Thanks for visiting!
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Lots to contemplate in these words…
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This started out as something different than what I started with. These things sometimes have a life of their own. Thanks for stopping by Audrey!
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Very nice! 😊💛
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!
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