Retrospection

It’s a few quiet weeks; so drop the cross.
I’m carefully grieving what I have lost.

I have lost the illusion of a friend.
I have to rethink my trust…once again.

It’s fixable; but broken glass takes time.
Avoid cuts; pick up shards with fabric rhyme.

Shake everything loose so what sticks is meant.
Strip down & then piece by piece heal what’s rent.

New style is born from what’s still in good nick.
Be hard targets for the cruel & the slick.

Always, in hindsight, I find gratitude.
True clarity grants me new altitude.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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