My Broken Places
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Oh, today I died a little inside again,
I fell into a dark deep pit of darkness;
laying beaten and broken inside of me.
Do I have the power to fly up the steep tower?
Will I be able to soar before decay reaches my core?
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
and I am feeling so full of lost despair;
I keep pushing the sad memories away, away.
But, they come back to wash over me and attack,
I left the door open a crack and in came the black;
Wish I could put all my sad in a sack and never unpack.
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
and I have broken pieces that make up me;
yet, somehow I feel a new hope and strength.
My spirit says stop crying for you are no dying,
never give up trying and sorrow send away flying
the future I am eyeing and all tears I will be denying
so with one last sighing I move forward with all my being.
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February 8, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My Broken Places
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1113-072-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I Died A Little Inside
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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