Inject Faith and not worry, Mom says
Lest you grow old in a hurry, no less
What do you realize now
that you’re finally awake
I’ve come to think a bit slower
And to think of myself lower
I’m still violent with emotional rage
True beauty in memory
Thank The Father for my memory
None of you are with me
For within me an emptiness is ablaze
I’ve learned to forgive, not just forget
I used to dismay and in coldness neglect
Forgiveness of self