Where I Belong
poem by:
Freesa Khan
Written
on Dec 28, 2013
Be it a far greater pain to lie in the fiery pits of hell, knowing that your anger for me is why therein I dwell. May my bones turn to ashes and my tears burn up and dry, if only you stay with me because you are my life. I've wronged you, hurt you, put you through pain, I regret my decisions but they remain as a stain. Wash them, dry them, rinse and repeat, clean all the filth so I can be complete. Once I'm forgiven, turn away from the wrong, I only need your approval to know where I belong. By: Freesa Khan
Tags: pain, hope,
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Tonya Fischer commented:
The pain you write of seems so familiar,
Anyone who makes mistakes can relate
to this poem.
You put into words what many people
Feel but never exspress I love it
Freesa Khan
commented:
Wow! Thank you so much. :) It truly means a lot!
Janet Vick
commented:
Clean all the wrong away and wash my soul clean. Love this encouraging poem on hope and faith. Take care. Janet
