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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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He was a ghost before he spoke the very first time Like trees discarded after Christmas Forgotten until another forgettable season Shelved with ornaments made of his own mind He was another out of time Damaged, yet stronger than he was before And secure in the knowledge That he had survived somehow Pain is just weakness leaving out the door While desiring it, more and more A tree he was, felled by a blow from reality Ancient guardian of nature’s secrets Hardened through seasons of want Caught somewhere between the lines of humanity And fulfillment of prophecy He struggled with thoughts inconceivable Of reconciling the future with the past And infinite possibilities Making all dreams seem believable ‘Til the thoughts became palatable Strength has an everlasting type of appeal That beckons with its righteous hand At same time striking a vengeful blow In the end, all he wanted was to heal But first he had to learn to be healed |
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amk377 Member
since 2009-08-11
Posts 58South Carolina |
"Strength has an everlasting type of appeal That beckons with its righteous hand At same time striking a vengeful blow In the end, all he wanted was to heal But first he had to learn to be healed" With strength comes weakness. You write this very very well! In order to heal others, we must be healed ourselves. This is not always an easy journey. Great write! "we have but a moment...only one moment" |
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