Just the flinch of rejection or challenge
Rational departs and abandons infantile-ism
He’s left prattling away liken that of a little child
That is reading micro-cues thru rose colored glasses
On faces of those listening, pretending to make sense
Hoping to see what falsehood trips the trigger
that finally lulls them over, to his side…of lies.
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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
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Well-put and dead on.
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Why thank you my friend.
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You are welcome, my friend.
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I love how you said this. I’m more like, this person is disgusting (like in my post Hook, Line, and Sinker – lol).
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Thank you and agreed.
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Poems like this have been cathartic for me in the past. Love it
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Glad you found it so helpful. 😉 Thank you.
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