Raise your hands in my name.
Soften your voice.
And pray with me.
For my thoughts are so scattered.
That I fear God has forgotten my name.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
Forgotten.
Raise your hands in my name.
Soften your voice.
And pray with me.
For my thoughts are so scattered.
That I fear God has forgotten my name.
