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I love the word Perspective.
It's how I'm looking through the glass.
Am I seeing through it,
or focusing on thought's of past?
I'm beginning to see clearer,
as I'm walking through the pain.
Like looking in a mirror,
a reflection of what's not the same?
I'm starting to believe, that living for today,
is all I have to do, to help me on my way.
As I behold the love and joy,
of those whom I have met.
I'm learning how to do and say,
things I won't regret.
To walk the walk, in honesty.
To thy self be true.
Brings such peace and serenity.
That will get me through.
Life is a gift, I misunderstood,
until I saw it , face to face.
And realized, that God has given,
To us all, His abundant Grace.
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