Forgiven
by John Stevens

A wasted life, from fog of use.
Scars untold, years of abuse,
Bends the mind, from right to wrong.
Life out of tune, no longer a song.
Scars so deep, it covers the heart
no hope shines through, no point to start
to erase the pain, it seems insane
To a life gone wrong,

Through the fog, a point of light
Shone bright,
At first, then to fade, to die
from self pity and pain, from the lie,
Can not forgive the pain of past.
Can not forgive myself, to last.

Through the fog, a hand reached out.
Took my hand, I had my doubt.
Been there, many times before
The hurts and hang ups, seemed to soar.
The voice said, “You are forgiven.”
“It's time to trust, to start livin'.”
The chains fell off, I was free.
To start anew, To trust, to BE.

A wasted life, in years of fog
Now Forgiven.


(c)09/03/2010
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I have listened to many “life stories”
to know there is always hope.

All prison don't have bars
made of steel to hold us back
They come in many forms
of our making, there is no lack.
Sep 2, 2010

09/10/2010

Author's Note: John Stevens Sep 3, 2010 I went to the mall to walk this morning. Did my time and waited for the sticky buns to get done. I had some of this on a scrap of paper in my pocket. Scrounged up a piece of paper from Verizon (made a friend) and the rest is history. This was read at a 12 step program this evening. Interesting... the emphasis was on forgiveness. All because of waiting for a sticky bun for my wife. If the stickies were ready I would not have sat down and this would not be.

Posted on 07/22/2011
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