Six is the hour
that I woke up;
Every day
thinking...of someone,
Endlessly,
Then forget
so I could go on
Live on
to get by.
It is the only hour
My face turns sour
Like I’ve lost my own power...
...Cower.
It is repeating
Who knows?
When I will reach its end
and I will be able to raise my hand
and pass myself as being truly okay.
-
Bright Love,
Joker44
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2020 08:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
ANGELA HERE - Love the MUSIC good for meditating ! Love the POEM ! Waking up & getting up (Monday to Friday) is a necessity for a working GIRL ! My first hands-on clinic can be @ 9 - so I have leave Home @ 8 ! Until Im married (April) I sleep alone so I get a good nights sleep ! Wake @ 6:30 breakfast @ 7 time to read & pray ! Im staying with PAPA & MAMA until the WEDDING ! Breakfast is important for a Physical Job - Egg on Toast - Fruit Juice - Green Tea ! When I wake I think of BRIAN and my FACE BRIGHTENS UP - AMEN !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
LOVE Angela & Brian 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
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