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My Scar , My Life

Mine is but a sad tale
             Cut off and rendered pale 
             Taken down for better things 
             But important , indeed I am
    
             Few are we who stand still 
             Fewer are we who hope to stand 
             And fewest of all, 
             I am.

             Extinct and gone,
             My fate shall not be  
             To face destruction, I shall rise 
              Armed with experience, I will not falter.
              And so, Alive ! I long to be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 3/5/2023 4:31:00 AM
Awesome! Keep it up!
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Date: 2/27/2023 5:51:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.
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