I only bend with every hurtful syllable,
find strength in the feasible,
there won't be no mistaking,
I won't ever be breaking;
I've taken sail over
driven past,
so much more prominent obstacles than a pushover,
mine shine brightly beneath rainfall disaster –
washes away all petty trash.

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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...