Telltale Signs Within The Wrapped Dressings That Cover My Broken Soul- Wrapped In Words

Fissures crack open in the shell that once was solid,

broken visions,

scares upon scares,

who was I to be this man,

who am I to see this pain,

a vision of denial,

a separation of church and state,

forgiveness and damnation,

forgetfulness when I release I am late,

no time,

flights of fancies,

restoration of my foundation,

restoration of my self faith,

building blocks upon shattered pieces of what was,

when tomorrow will be something new,

something beyond the me of yesterday and today,

something worthy of what will eventually be my legacy…

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