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Author Name: FreeBarbara D. 8 Comments
Date Added: August 13, 2010 11:08:48 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Category: Broken Hearts Add To Favorites | Text Only
Give me rose colored glasses, distorted bliss
To see the world at its very best
The glare is cause for me to squint
A reluctant witness, blinded by revelation
Give me rest from memories, ripped
Tiny pieces, piercing yet
Heart wounds with a steady drip
Crimson stains cease to fade
Give me apt substance to repair
My separation of self
The will to match each ragged edge
Of pages torn from my life
Give me warmth, a hand in mine
An awakened soul and ready feet
To walk away from winter's gloom
Small steps on a journey to peace
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Comment By: FreeA.P. on August 22, 2010 10:45:27 PM Report
i like the split explored in this, and how you have described "ragged edges" instead of smooth breaks, i feel that image really captures what you are trying to express. great images throughout.
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on August 21, 2010 03:17:43 AM Report
phew Barbs Your work is always passiionately written and raw in feeling...just the way I like it.
I loved the last two stanzas especially..
.Alison x (wishing you all you yearn for)
Comment By: FreeSteve on August 20, 2010 04:59:42 PM Report
Wanting words expose a rush of emotions and provide an image of the dreams to be delivered.   
Comment By: FreeAndrew on August 15, 2010 06:34:21 AM Report
small steps on a journey to peace indeed - the longest trip begins with one step - beautifully reflective and encouraging - dealing with the breaking of the heart, but now allowing the breaking of the spirit - exceptional, as always
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on August 14, 2010 05:19:35 PM Report
Looks like all your requests have been granted by Travis - butif he ever renages on you dear Barbara - call on me:-)





Comment By: FreeAlfred Berggren on August 14, 2010 11:49:16 AM Report

Your poem ends by wanting something we all want - peace. You tell this truth better than anyone.

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on August 13, 2010 06:55:15 PM Report

The last verse of this just sets the emotions so well..I always enjoy your poems so heartfelt...

Comment By: FreeGlata on August 13, 2010 11:46:29 AM Report
I think, my dear friend...that you have that hand...and I know he will lead you...and walk beside you...for as far  as the road leads. When the road ends, he'll walk with you there, too.

As bad as the trials of life can be, just knowing that someone loves you that much will help carry you over the roughest spot.

love you, gal...I'm a phone call away if you need me!



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