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