Trying to recreate.
All the outward signs of anything unworthy
Lead me to
Redemption, or the things
That make me whole.
Waking up
I turn to embrace
Someone else's smile in the way that
Only I can.
Leading up to the doorway
Of imminent success
Is my attempt at loss,
Counting it all rubbish.
Accepting You as gain.
Believing that You are more.
Copyright LAK, 9/2/05
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