Poetry prophecy

It’s not dated or titled, so I have no idea when I wrote this or what to call it, but I got chills when I found it in one of my notebooks. Had to share!


Diseased remnants of former faith

Infects the whole and makes you weak

Let go the shackles that keep you bound

Bites soul like flesh and holds you down

Expand your mind and heal your heart

Don’t let these doubts tear you apart

I know it’s hard to question truths

You’ve never given thought before

But this shall pass, as all things do

And time will heal your wounded core

So take a breath and hold it in

And find the strength to start again

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