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Torn Apart

Never would I ever imagine that there would be a time goodbye was in order.

We had a relationship that nobody could tear apart, but that tore apart as fast as a scene flashed before your eyes.

Tears are finished

Hurt will always be there

We aren’t in the same city so there is no possibility of me running into you.

Things change

Season fades

And love dies

Hope it was worth the price for you.


Spilled Tears

Spilled tears, never coming back-

Forget them, they will only hurt.

They are gone, rolling down your cheeks-

some of them evaporating in the process,

others falling down somewhere to oblivion

becoming the past.

Forget them, they will only hurt.


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Hurt That Lingers

There is a hurt that lingers

So deep within my soul

It’s like I’m holding on to it

Without it…don’t feel whole

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I know I’ve been forgiven

For wrongs that I have done

And those done me by others

I’ve forgiven every one

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So now I’m letting go today

Of sorrow that I feel

Unnecessary sorrow

So these wounds may fin’lly heal

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Please help me not to look at them…

To leave them all alone

Except just for recalling them

As if a stepping stone

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I pray the smile upon my face

Be genuine and real

Not just disguising pain and hurt

That deep inside I feel

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I am not ruled by feelings

Though feel them, I will do

While resting in your mercy and

Your love so deep and true.


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Put Down the Scythe

                HAVE YOU EVER…..

  Moved through life as if with a scythe?

  Causing pain, causing retreat…defeat.

  Do you ever sit and ponder your havoc?

  Do you ever pray not just for forgiveness,

  but for the rebirth of those left behind?

  Partly to assuage your guilt, partly to

  give life again to a lovely heart; you lay 

  in the dark praying for good things to

  befall the sweetness that is not yours.

  Put down your scythe!  

  Pray they open the door to their happiness.


Now, What Else Can I write?

I am now afraid to tell myself the truth

The truth I’m avoiding

The truth that is there, present all the same

Why is it so difficult to let the truth seep within you

The truth can hurt, that is also true

The truth that is true

I’m now real afraid truly

Because I think I would have to face the truth.

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Truth- the game of true and lie

It is played every where

Sometimes the truth that is true wins

And even the lie can claim its victory as well

I am not making much sense

That is indeed really really true

But what if the truth is not true

And the lie may have been true, if given a choice

And the truth that is now a lie subsides

This game is amazing

The truth that is true

And that lie that is also true

And the truth that is a lie

This chakra would play its part

The lie may claim its crown

But the truth can also steal it away

Because after all truth is quite true

And the lie can indeed be a real lie.

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The true colors of the nature rise

Sweetens the wind blowing by

The true flower emerges from within a bud

And the wind bathes in the scent of the truth

The soil truly nurtures a plant

The wind really blows by

Sweetened with the taste of truth.


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Wounds

Loud and obnoxious, I don’t want to be.

Calm, to speak gently, and smile pleasantly

What happened to me somewhere on the way

To make me defensive to so much they say

Defending myself when there’s really no need

I’ve been hurt so much, that my heart does still bleed

Lord, close up those wounds that are still so raw

Make the scars that I have, a strength, not a flaw

Make me an instrument of your peace

And all of the bitterness, help me release

This prayer today comes from deep in my soul

Lord, please give me back what the enemy stole.

I know what I ask is of things I must do

But I cannot do them without help from you.

So I’m placing myself in your gentle care

I trust in your love…you’ll help me get there.


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Where Is That Woman? (Weekly Challenge)

Where is that woman I used to be

So naive and trusting

Before life happened

Now jaded, shaded, not quite the same

It’s hard to trust when you feel the sting of betrayal

After you realize that not everyone can be trusted

After you’ve been hurt enough times

Now I’m somewhere in between

Still trying to be that one I was before

Still loving deeply, and forever

Forgiving…yet not quite

I surprise myself sometimes

With the thoughts that come

Even the words sometimes that just come out

I wasn’t like that before

I’m homesick for that dumb, naive girl

But not enough to return

It wasn’t safe there

But I’m not quite sure…

Is this better?

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