Anger in my hands
Burning coals to which I hold
Will I free myself from pain?
Will I choose to let it go?
For it is in forgiveness
That I release my soul
The heavy burden is relinquished
And I escape the dark hole
As the burned skin on my hands
Slowly becomes whole
It is now that they are able
To hold onto hope
Burning Coals
Anger, Bitterness, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Writing
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