Two forty one.
I wake up not knowing where I am.
The corners of the room close in,
and the enormous waves of guilt rushes forward.
It was a dark night of my soul.
Memories of orphanage,
being rejected way before learning love rushed in and out.
The days spent hurting and stealing knocked in full power.
Regrets, remorse took form as sin swamped over me.
Fear struck, and I fell to my knees trembling.
With my head down, I was then reminded of the light, the salvation,
the promise that pierced through my wasted brain, over dementia.
His presence shall be with me.
I closed my eyes, sinking deep into his embrace,
finding comfort once more, under his loving wings.
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