Broken Soul

“BREAKDOWN.”  a poem  January 18, 2020 (Saturday)

A breakdown hasCOME      “out of The Blue?”

Maybe not,   butNOW,  I  reflect on you,

On your sweet love    and your kindness too.

And it slowsME   from     my erratic skew.

Without said breakdown  more harm would be done,

In The Name of what I thought      was loving and fun.

I pauseREALIZING    writingHADbecome  unkind,

Composed by “someone”   who’s lost their mind?

Out of control?   Well, depression reigns it in,

And my thoughts  are centered   on  unrecognized sin.

Will “recovery” come?   I do not know.

It seems hopeless;      it may be slow,

And is my love   true     for anyone now?

In hopelessness,       I’m  not sure how.

I can only try now   with a steady resolve,

And hope without hope   as we revolve,

Step by step.    (pause)   Gone    the  racyPACE;

Depression has frowned   this  onceSMILINGface.

fin  β™₯

Mystic Poet Broken Soul πŸ˜”

Only the strongest people fall the hardest

On the Strongest Fall the Hardest πŸ’¦ Shalom πŸ•―πŸ•―πŸ•―

Kindness Prayers for Peace take my hand. never give up πŸ•―οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡


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By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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