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| A piece of me fell away today No longer there to poison and destroy To finally let go long enough to find out who I really am Without the self-destructive depression and mind-numbing ache of self-hate Finally free from my chains. |
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| More words disconnected from the last not the same and they don't have a purpose Just expression Quiet simple insignificant Another poem sprouting leaves growing into something beautiful or perhaps not beautiful at all. |
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| (This is the poem I wrote for Amber two years ago.) Like an angel in the sky, bursting through dark and dank clouds, you are the one spark of hope left for me; my wings are broken and torn, beaten by the rain, but the sunlight slowly rises into the sky, defeating the grey clouds, clouds that had no silver lining, no opportunity to break apart, until the angel and the sun rose, shedding light upon all below, the tears and rain fading into the past. No longer alone, I find the strength to stand, and breathe, and regain the happiness I remember. | ||||||||||||||||||
| These are all my original works, so please don't steal them. | ||||||||||||||||||
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