I haven't written a poem for a spell...This had to come out:
The Invisible Me
Bright 'n shiny
Worn off
Neigh pared, sheared
Roots deep
Mine mere existence
Today's present blessings
Lack naught at all
Aching, weary bones
Renewal by a patina
Lacking not lustre
Shiny 'n bright
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Haven't heard from you in a while. Hope you are okay. Does the poem say it all?
With God's help, I will heal physicallly, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally from the repetitive traumatization I have experienced. It is my hope filled fervent prayerthat my precious sons, Isaac and Nathan will heal ill heal from their traumatic injuries and come to know there are people who serve their fellow man in law enforcement, psychiatry, mental health, social services, and those who are elected representatives are worthy of their trust by performing their jobs in public service with honor and integrity
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