The reversal not a rehearsal
Years of pain
The ultimate gain
The level up
Fill my cup
Seat at the table
That Open door
Comes with
More put down
Emptiness
Wrong chair
Closed door like before
But only if
You don’t allow
Yourself to heal
That way back will
Come to steal
That peace of mind
Will not allow
That same behavior
Tilt that crown
You’ve grown in love
And Love defeats
That devilish way
That talk to you
Must come correct
Or be the fool
Your time has
Come for those
Weapons formed
So relax your mind
Thy Will be done
Love and happiness
Much love ❤️By Cheryl Pittman
Love Survived 