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Our Torture Chamber

At times we tend to feel nothing but pain, feeling like we have nothing to gain, our hearts once again a wrecking ball and a chain, on our sleeves an obvious worn out blood stain, Our thoughts slowly driving us insane, in our hearts an obvious torture chamber, broken hearts not amounting to much, hearts on the mend fending off life's saber, Our hearts laboring to do something we savor, tasting happiness again we do someone a favor, as little by little we remove our hearts road blocks, our hearts beating merrier to the ticking of the clock. 11-14-16

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 11/15/2016 9:12:00 AM

A classic, Cheryl. A 7+ gold star poem. It is going in my fave, dear. The first stanza is great, truly great poetry. I salute you w/a double tap to the heart. Much love for you and this poem. Love always, my dear friend.

Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 11/15/2016 7:11:00 PM

Thanks so much Freddie, you are very nice and encouraging my friend! P & L~Che

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 11/14/2016 9:40:00 AM

As we trudge through sludge//we barely budge//but little by little//by grit and spittle//we move just a tiny smudge. Wait! that's smidge, not smudge. Well, you know what I mean, your PO says it much better! huggerdoodles and happies! ~ j

Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 11/14/2016 9:47:00 AM

Hey, that would make a smudgeadoodle of a poem! Thanks for your nice visit and witty commenting riddle/huggerdoodles and happies back! ~Che

Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 11/14/2016 9:40:00 AM

Amen to that Jo!:)

Joanna Daniel

Date: 11/14/2016 9:06:00 AM

Happiness comes and goes, but the JOY of the Lord stays forever:)

Barry Stebbings

Date: 11/14/2016 8:13:00 AM

Happens to all of us, Cheryl. I am constantly amazed at how self healing we are, in mind, body and spirit. Barry.