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Was broken, and shaken.
Was someone’s, but not taken.

Said, put pains to bed.
Noises in the head, it’s time to be dead.

Packed bag, buried ***.
Wore ‘traveler’ tag, prepared for jet lag.

Crossed a sea, in far land to be.
Find peace key, and to open skies flee.

Walked unknown streets, colorful creeks.
But sadly bleak, recovery was meek.

Then came a sage, wiser in age.
Saw the mind cage, turned the gloomy page.

Smiled, asked for hand. 
Tied across, a red holy band.

Assured, all to be well. 
May in amity you dwell.

Thought, another wrist tie. 
Kept band, left with a sigh!

A month away, things fell in place. 
Surrounded me an aura of grace.

In harmony, blessed I felt. 
With ease, difficulties I dealt.

Looked at the red tie.
Bid despair goodbye.

New me, in the mirror.
life and aims, clearer.

Wondered if it was real, 
a blessing, a sage’s pious deal.

That sorted the twined feel, 
And, I live today with new zeal.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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