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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