Form: Droigneach

Once in a while every now-and-then
a wee light shine through the windowpane
a little hope of healing whenever
a future grasp on my sanity
You thought you’d kill me with unkindness
when you made me feel nothing much
I believed you, like a pessimist
my depression being such as that
But my spirit said take life wherever
a warrior fights for victory
a love like that no, never again
it wasn’t worth my freedom to be


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