The New Me
By Richard L. Provencher
Wed, 20 Dec 2017
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The New
Me. Words cause tears to fall
like a knife with pain that tears into
old memories -- I cry.
Lonely are times as a dove
seeking a mate
who can survive through the night.
Tomorrow will be an arrow
probing
the strength I have left
but I'll be smiling--
a knife the price of redemption.
© 2017 Richard L. Provencher
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