I implore to temper self,
allow this horror to fall in tell,
may this guide my wait imposed,
be a road healed by redemptive prose.
Hold to what is and respect the hurt,
may these words rain upon this hymn,
to shower my being with interpretive meaning,
not to endure but to remain in learn.
Hold from my write the ability to type,
to stop me from exacting wipe.
May my key be compassion,
make my lock understanding a threshold of care,
allow what is said to wash my despair.
Keep me from expression that plots to alarm,
embrace my thoughts with the gravity of talk,
bring to me the patience of lead.
Embrace this able deed,
to not impose indignity,
may composure grip my read,
to make aware this wretched snare.
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