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Scars on my soul.
The bird was laying on the ground, it was breathing, ready to give up I scooped it up, it’s wing was broken, it’s leg was cut, the little bird put up no fight I could imagine how it’s feeling, full of pain from the break, cuts & bruises Full of despair, no hope left in…
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Black Beauty Of A Day.
Some days it just seems like everything is not right, off kilter. I know in my mind this is part mental health, part PTSD, part lack of sleep. It’s a battle to get your mind to accept this. To me, this does not make sense, so our mind is giving us the reason why we…
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Windows to the soul.
I look into your eyes I see all that you are I see the kindness, love & care you give to the elderly, it’s not just a job the care you give I see the knowledge of what is coming, your intuition calling you I see the hesitation to trust another, to trust you will…
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The Old Blue Stone Path.
As she looked down she could see the mark of so many feet that had walked the blue stone path before her As she kept looking she could see how worn & smooth it was, like the water sculpts the rocks The edges of the stone was still rough, not used as much, they were…
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EllPoet Emotionally Raw Poetry. 