Black Roses

I'm standing here with your dagger in my back

I’m standing here and you’re too late

This life that I’ve cradled is wearing thin

I’m standing here sweat on my skin, hope at my gate, redemption in my hands and your whispers don’t help

I'm standing here and the ripples from your whispers sealed my faith

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Hope… hope, you came late.

My redemption covets my spirit, we embrace each other as I watch my spirit yield.

I hear the whispers no more, the dust cloud settles, and my eyes are clear…

My dreams become my reality

I’m healed… I found quiet… I found peace…

I AM free

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By Kachikwu O. Christopher