Category : Poems

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Today, I'm  thankful for Opening my Eyes, thankful for finally being Allowed to lift the Clouds Opening my Eyes, thankful for what was once closed, Opening my Mind, thankful for the Doors Opening and Closing the Growth, from Hopeless to narrowing this Focus of mines, thankful for slowly mending what's broken inside, still pending, but I'm Hoping in Time, that these writings of Mines can Fight to Enlighten the Most Brokenness of Spines, and teach them to Cope and Stroll off into the Light, Like Carrol Ann, from Villian to Heroine by Willing Yielding and Building a Fairyland, from every tattered Strand of Hope, and know this I wrote when I found  myself at the end of my end of my Rope using my Pen as a Suspension Bridge to Grow