Accountability for All I Am

14 Jul

No longer does the scapegoat roam the plane

The hand that moves the pieces is who I disdain

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My hopes, my dreams, my life, my glory

Have all been twisted into an unrecognizable story

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Movements made along this path

Erupted tears filled with an unyielding wrath

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The stillness found in the midnight hours

Gave rise to clarity lacked in a state of power

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Accepting all that is and forgiving all that I am

Going forward with awareness without feeling damned

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Previously incessant with accusations so quick to blame

I now see the other hand and mine are one in the same

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H. Hassenbein 

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