Anger, distress and pain
Took up residence in me.
They wanted permanent visas,
Even citizenship
But my heart protested.
I cried,
I resisted,
I begged for help
And help arrived
In the form of love
And acceptance.
Now, anger, distress and pain
have been ejected.
I sit again comfortably
In my heart of peace,
And make peace
With those who hurt me,
With those who gave me the opportunity
To see so clearly
That anger, distress and pain
Are not me.
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