The soul has much to say
Talking circumspectly...
Finding...time
to be friendly
not an enemy
Shards
of
broken dreams
What
becomes
of them?
Welcomed answer
to an old
question
Jigsaw
of the soul
in God's hand
He
creates
newness
from
pieces
of yesterday
Words
of
expression
too many
to
count
Still finding
myself
closed off
I haven't
begun
to speak
My
wounds
are ancient
My
spirit
an infant
Finite scar
upon
my heart
A stigma
of
love
not
of
disgrace
We are all
two people
in one
I've
allowed
the beast
to feed
far
too long
Time
for a man
of purpose
to see
the light
of day
These
thoughts
I share
with
no one
in particular
Well
maybe
one
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Talking circumspectly...
Talking circumspectly...
