Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
Tag: death
Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
Look
Leap
Look before you leap
Leap before you look
Stop
Reach out
Reach in
Deep within
Let them in
Keep them out
Have a heart
Heart on your sleeve
A cold heart
A lonely heart
Safe unbroken heart
Love
Love and get hurt
Hurt before you get loved
No love, no hurt
Alone
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
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A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
A mask for today
One for tomorrow
For you I’ll wear this
For him I’ll wear that
I’ll play the character
For each occasion
No one will know me
Not even myself
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With the tears of joy
Her eyes sting pleasantly
Overwhelmed by
The birth of a child
A beautiful poem
A great work of art
People loving one another
With tears of pain
Her eyes burn in anguish
Overcome with sadness
The death of children
The hate in the world
Cities burning to the ground
Aspirations fading
With tears of hope
Her eyes embrace the pain
Trusting the world will recover
And love will flourish
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