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Muse

Those unopened letters everywhere, 
Torn apart and burned.
Every word was worth a hundred or so, 
Wounds don't scare the skin, is what I learned.

Broken strings and shady sounds, 
I had never felt so secured.
The rust is always recognized, 
Indeed rest assured. 

Gin and tonic to my mortality, 
Has been nothing but my muse,
Hate and heal are beaten alive,
It has to be a truce. 

The bayou had mirrors to scream,
Every single one was real.
I was bleeding in the lone alone, 
Art was with me to let me heal.

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Beata Agustin Date: 10/7/2024 7:49:00 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet 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." Be blessed.
Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/27/2020 9:51:00 AM "elephant in the room, always there" - for sure! Meth is a horrible addiction to have. I had a cousin who got hooked on it. It ruined his body. He died really young too. Thank you for writing this one.
Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/27/2020 9:47:00 AM Ah, Allyn sounds gorgeous and cuddable.
Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/27/2020 9:44:00 AM Abigail, Abigail, Abigail, what a selfless write. You are trying to open up minds and save lives here. My sister refuses to wear a mask because of her "rights". I asked "what about other's rights?" There was dead silence. I am afraid Faux News has her bewitched, taking her brain cells one at a time.
Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/27/2020 9:37:00 AM Ah, this is gently pretty; an enjoyable read that could be shared with children easily when teaching poetry.
Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/27/2020 9:32:00 AM You are a wordsmith, and a singer, for sure! Parchment skin was a great touch! Goes so well with troubadour. I have not heard that word for twenty to forty years! Well done Francis.
Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/27/2020 9:28:00 AM "hate and heal are beaten alive" - you have such a wonderful way with words. The last line makes perfect sense Resham

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