A long time ago
I lost who I was and everyone that I loved
that was the price to pay for
letting demons take a hold of me
I made my choices
and walked through the darkness
believing it shall always be my fee,
but I refuse to believe that any longer
Im paying my debts
and trying to carry the torch
willing my own light
standing up for myself
becoming a little stronger for the fight
to set myself free of the
pain and heavy burdens
that make up all the beautiful,
but broken parts of me
KLJ
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Author:
KLJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2023 22:00
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Comments2
thanks for sharing
more power to you!
fight the good fight!
beauty is born of fragments
never delivered whole
from the outset
take your time, glue
each piece back
till you complete that puzzle
you seek, to rediscover
and if some pieces are missing
so what
nature's gap-toothed, 'touch'
yields more lasting beauty
than all those shining, 'fixed'
fakery..
❤
i love your poem
Thank you 🤍
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