In this place where my choices are alone but my own nonetheless.
In a place where sorry can’t cut through hurt.
Lonely are the roads to forgiveness.
Lonely paper smiles.
While they choke on safety. Too hard to smooth down. A fraying side too weak to hold us together now. Too careful to let the waters part. And so we pray for a warm rising of the broken sun.
A warmth so strong it forgives our private hurts. Just one single blade of rays would reach through my forest of loneliness and see that I belong…
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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