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A Broken Heart

He quietly admires my faith
while ripping my heart fro its place.
My influence did nothing it seems
for it has been ten years of grief.
I’m getting too old for this love of fears,
eating me alive with nothing to sooth the pain.
But I must press on I often tell him,
to greater levels where there are only hymns,
of soothing words for my pain-staked heart
until time and space take us farther apart…
This is the experience of a broken heart. 



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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