Little by little I am picking up my pieces,moulding them into a beautiful pattern,learning to hold my ground again,anchored on the faith that it shall be well,I am spreading my wings wide,and letting go I soar so high,the sky is the limit and so I fly with the flow
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Tales Of The Heart
PoetryStories of a broken heart and a lost soul that is still pushing to move on and find a life ,in poetry form. Memories still stuck in the mind yet the pain so deep to bear. Struggles too many to withstand but with time it gets better.
