It's a heavy burden, this life that befalls us, but it is never without joy. And though the nights may feel too long and the mornings may not fit right, she walks to her car each one. It's odd to say she lives on empathy, but I'm not sure I could find words much truer. As she bundles the kids in the train through perdition, her smile never seems to falter. It's no heavy heart or broken soul you'd find amongst her debris, but all that fine rock that's been hewn from her side is there to reveal her masterpiece. She has faced chisels and hammers been sanded by time and truth still rests on her face. It's a beautiful soul that can live past the artist that carved her out of the rock
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Floating
PoesíaI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
