Having fallen trying to fix
what isn't broken
but what is,
I pound my fists on the high well walls
of monotony.
Dragging bloody knuckles
across this cold keyboard,
I pray
for angels to turn pain
into poetry.
Catching up...
I've been incommunicado here, letting my non-verbal side do the talking for a little while. I took up the 31-day Inktober challenge this...
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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The percussion of automatic gunfire rings loud a year later rippling like a stone thrown in still waters as a surviving child drops cau...
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