Sometimes it'll have to be one wound at a time,
When you're pushing up and getting out of the grime
The journey is a process and won't always be sublime-
And no one said a breathe or two will be counted as a crime
The means you have and the vision you see may not always rhyme-
But faith, love and peace in your mind will take you to your prime.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
