A Poem, a real poem.
Losing strive and confidence fades until gone. Broken Spirit, I have stumbled on.
Past failures reaching out and holding me back. Broken Spirit lingering, I am under attack.
Without a guide, no lighthouse to follow. Broken Spirit feeding on my soul, heart feeling hollow.
Alike bones when broken, Spirits are able to heal. Healing in process, I know how I feel.
I will mend……
M.Chatfield
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