Lost in a world of pain. Expecting a different outcome. Looking through the glass, I see a shield… protecting me from danger… from the ghosts of the past… looking ahead I see victory… looking in the clouds I see hope, but inside my heart is a vase of pain…. Inside my mind so much confusion exists… I have dreams, I have goals… but where is the space to pursue my purpose?
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Catherine Houston (
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A poem of pain that confuses the mind and seems to impede action. Nicely written
Everyone needs space. I think even space needs space sometimes. What comes out of the silence?
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