With your tired arms, weak from the load, I ask you to carry me.
With your open mind, crowded with information, I ask you to understand me.
With your merciful heart, full of love and anguish, I ask you to forgive me.
With your comforting embrace, unjustifiably neglected, I ask you to receive me.
I ask too much and return too little.
I'd like to make it up to you, if only I knew how.
I realize how completely good you are now.
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The Martyr and The Scoundrel
JM Scoviak, 7 Nov 2014
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PoetryPoems based on that moment in your life when you start anew. Life will be difficult at times, it's adapting and overcoming that matters.
