Fissures

Clasped hands upon the table,

Was this love ever able?

To stand the test of time

I’ve always believed,

That you were mine

Biting words sting thy ears,

Even after all these years

It leaves my heart rife with decay,

But kisses ease the cracks away

The chasm breaches inside my core,

Bestows my soul within, quite sore

The chinks in my armor,

Are quite visible, you see

Ugly as they may be

I shall wear them with pride,

These unsightly scars of mine

I refuse to hide

Bound by this love,

I will stand tall and shine

 

 

 

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Author: Poets and Prose

I've suffered from depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem for many years. When my son was diagnosed with Autism, my depression took a turn for the worse. At the age of 39, I've opened up a new lease on life by learning to love myself and finding positive ways to cope with life's difficulties through blogging, fitness, photography, writing, and the arts. This is just one personal journey of healing and finding oneself.

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