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March 9, 1999
Letting Go
You tell me to release it, to let my failing go, but I cannot it feels like letting go of breath to never draw again or my hand or eye, imperfect, scorned to use, I would be less a man than what I have been born. Deep they are and will not go without pain.
You tell me to release it, to call on God and let it go but no that cannot be done, they are too deep ingrained in me to leave, their leaving would be death and I do not wish to die this way.
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Letting Go A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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