...finds
order in the chaos of my incoherent thoughts.
...is my breath when my lungs are empty.
...is my voice when my lips are sewn shut.
...allows me to explore my darkness.
...dares to show my light.
...helps me escape this reality for a while.
...magnifies my authentic self.
...gives me strength to continue, even when everything screams to stop.
...reminds me of all this because it is so easy to forget.
...is my breath when my lungs are empty.
...is my voice when my lips are sewn shut.
...allows me to explore my darkness.
...dares to show my light.
...helps me escape this reality for a while.
...magnifies my authentic self.
...gives me strength to continue, even when everything screams to stop.
...reminds me of all this because it is so easy to forget.
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May 13, 2014
John L. Harmon
...is the truth behind the lie.
ReplyDeleteWell said, John.
Thanks, Gary. It has been tough lately, so your comment is greatly appreciated!
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