I am cloaked within a despair so great,
The grief may not be alleviated
By the remedies I have sought before—
Distraction cannot be deviated
Sufficiently to live in reverie.
I have made mistakes so utterly dire
Most of my life has been lived in malaise
While my heart has become withered by storms.
Perhaps the cure for dysphonia lays
In disregard to the faults of being.
I must forgive my imperfect ways
To find love, and trade hate for elation—
Weakness must be accepted and endorsed.
Love is not born from depreciation,
But openness and vulnerability.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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