<p>I was beginning to tell my story…</p><p>and pieces of it started fading away.</p><p><br></p><p>I could remember the pain I went through,</p><p>but not all of the recovery.</p><p><br></p><p>I could remember being helped by three…</p><p>but the faces began to escape me.</p><p><br></p><p>It’s all becoming a blur…</p><p>And maybe…just maybe…that’s mercy.</p>