Life flung me hard,
On taut harsh shore.
Broke my frail hand,
And left me sore.
.
Pain tore my heart,
Made me crippled,
Thrust by a dart,
I only wobbled.
.
In the dark hole,
I found a light,
Released my soul-
to soar in flight.
.
I stretched my hands-
in acceptance,
And received strands-
in concordance.
.
Just so you know,
I let the rot,
Bloom the bright glow.
You can. Why not?
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Vittorio_topaz
YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
