"Pieces Of Me"
I'm broken and bruised,
I've lost my way.
My spirit is corrupted,
My pride has gone away.
My intentions were honest,
but your loyalty failed me.
Now I'm grieving with emotions,
Toiling with your dishonesty.
Can I pick up the pieces,
with whats left of me.
Will my self discovery open doors.
Will my pride set me free.
Sandra Winright
January 27, 2016
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