But then from the putrid ground,
Sprung a well of hope.
Smiling at the passers by
She finally began to cope.
Trivial recovery,
Her spirits lifted higher,
The headache began to fade.
Relit was her passion fire,
Holding to too much.
She finally just let go.
Her heart once again,
Was white and pure as snow.
Standing from her fall,
She brushed off the dirt.
She the forgave and even forgot,
All the misery and hurt.
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PuisiThis is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language t...
