What you see is broken as I gather more strength. What you see is trials but to what length. What you see is smoke and mirrors. Feel me for the picture gets much clearer
Feel my pent up hostilities. Feel the failed possibilities. Feel the way it hurts as my face smiles. Hear me as I tell you of these miles..
Hear the sadness as the tale pulls it from me. Hear the bewilderment as my feet suddenly flee. Hear how miracles came to be. See me hear me feel me be a part of someone's reality. Be a part of me
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2018
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