The breakage of morning
The lost half-thoughts
Intermediate raindrops
The broken text habit
The dampened whispers
Fractured flutters of my heart
And those avoided pictures
There are thousands of things
Secretly tucked away
Within the folds of our time
Most distinctly lead me back
To treasured conversations
And your absent colorful facets
That used to heighten…my life
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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
Poet of the Light © 2023
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So tenderly lovingly expressed poet 💔
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Thank you. Glad to see it’s appreciated.
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You’re welcome.. it truly is! 💖💖
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This tugged at heart ❤️
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Thank you.
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Loved the vivid images and the way they have been shaped in words. Beautiful!
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Thank you very kindly.
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Beautifully penned and, as always, truly moving. ❤
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I’m glad to read you enjoyed it so well. Thank you.
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