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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


all the jagged edges that

are found behind the doors,

the broken glass that finds its way

beneath feet upon the floors,

the slicing knives that find their way

into veins screaming for life &

the dreams that will not stop

begging one to end the strife---

there might be something in the way,

the songs sing themselves to us,

where the lightening brings the rain &

questioning turns to trust,

when the tears dry up & smiles

are just around the bend,

when time spent with another

fills all the gaps one had to mend,

when the bruises heal themselves

with the cautious help of hope &

footsteps of happy feelings

make their way slowly into scope,

with the glistening glimmering quality &

a loosening of the rope,

coming down from the stool of misery (one wanted to

jump & swing from)

coming down with one to cope,

there could be something making softer

what was once so very hard &

with a peaceful nuance entering,

offering up a fresh new start.

Submitted: April 07, 2012

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