Stumbling

Stumbling

I have made so many mistakes.
Stumbling through the field of emotions.
Insecurities set like trip wires.
Traps set by unresolved past experiences.
The sniper fire of self defense.
And I act like I don’t understand them,
Until I look at my own arsenal.

Without forgiveness and compassion, we would all be blown to bits.

By |2015-04-20T00:32:41+00:00July 23rd, 2013|Philosophical|0 Comments

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