I'm not the same anymore.
Broken? Beaten?
Or did I just yield?
Some of it is involuntary.
This new path, where does it lead?
The intensity is as before.
The destination - that, I do not know.
Broken again, indeed!
Is it time to change once more?
Like I said, "Some of it is involuntary ".
But who and what will I be?
Who wants all of these cracks?
So recent is this new injury.
It could have ended so easily.
But it didn't, just as before.
I breathe now for the answers.
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Those answers are there for you Eugene, and the more answers you find the stronger your new life will become.
Andy
like the intensity, a good read
Thank you.
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