I was a broken soul,
My footprints painted suffering on the soil.
The last breath
I breathed in the dust of pain;
I lost the color like a fading flower,
To paint a smile on my face.
When I looked in the mirror,
I saw a broken soul within myself.
I heard a voice telling me,
"Gather up your matches,
Let them stick in the box
And burn your curses away.
Don't let pain linger in the rain.
You are powerful.
Pick yourself up
And don't let your stick fall to the ground.
You're the greatest sight to see.
I stood in front of the mirror and said,
"This is me now under the umbrella."
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
