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An old poem of mine made new, hopefully the words help you find healing too.
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Late at night…When most are at rest, that’s when there is no escaping.
The thoughts take control, memories flood back. Why did I want to..
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Foolish pity, stop ignoring the lesson. It’s determined to be learned.
Curse that little girl, why did she dream so much? She couldn’t wa..
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The beat of the drum is like my heart.
Thud, thud, thud,
thud, thud, thud.
Dance, dance, dance,
cry, scream, age,
hopes, dreams, rage.
Thud, thu..
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Future fades to past
rushing by so fast.
Moments flicker…
Memories will always last.
Quiet echoing voices
transform to screaming noises.
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”Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.”
Proverbs 16:24
Whoever said, “Sticks and stones may ..
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The beauty of pure unharnessed love is more precious and rare than the worlds most sought after treasures. A soul who does not believe in the magic of..
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“Sometimes when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place.”
~Anonymous
Everyone knows Bill Cosby. Whether from h..
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“Suppose we were able to share meanings freely without a compulsive urge to impose our view or conform to those of others and without distortion..
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The tears of a mother are unlike any other,
the hurt, the pain, so raw and vulnerable.
The tears of a mother are unlike any other,
pure tears of un..
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