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And I'M Still Here Trying To Heal

Watching you strive this instinctive way

Reminds me of a time I broke my blades.

Blessed with a choice of either the grey

Or keep believing black and white stay.

Implications and situations bind me

Blood letting and grotesque be.

Looking back at the fate I questioned

I’m still here in front god’s attention.

Each day was considered a form of hell’s plight

On the simple notion heartache did fight

This poem or written thought reminds me I was once like you

And with that reminder I’m here to tell I’m still healing, you will too.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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