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Here is a poem I wrote about failing or broken relationships

User Profile: AbbyHarris1976
AbbyHarris1976 March 23rd, 2019

There is a beast raging within

This beast is not evil, or angry without reason, or malevolent, but is still a beast

This is a beast who is hurt and cannot trust

I pace around like a lion in a twisted cage with spiked bars waiting for your reply, waiting for someone to see my pain and situation. Where are you??

There is a thorn in my paw, but on closer look, it is not a thorn ... it is a poisonous scorpion's barb, lodged hard and deep in my paw, in my heart, in my soul. Deep inside me spreading its poison throughout me and all I feel is pain and unrest.

I roar at the pain and the hurt ... can you hear me? Do you feel any empathy for this raging beast within?

I only seek compassion, kindness, and gentleness. Will you kindly and gently remove this poisonous stinger within me? Will you remove the thorn from my paw?

Image result for white lion image

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User Profile: scenicwindow
scenicwindow April 10th, 2019

@AbbyHarris1976

I never told you how much I love this poem, Abby !

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AbbyHarris1976 OP April 17th, 2019

@scenicwindow

I think its one of my best 👍 The image goes along with it nicely

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scenicwindow April 17th, 2019

@AbbyHarris1976

Indeed, the imagery is superb. The image reminds me of Aslan, the white lion smiley

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easyWater4109 April 16th, 2019

That

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User Profile: AbbyHarris1976
AbbyHarris1976 OP April 17th, 2019

@easyWater4109

Thank you! 😊 I think this one is my best because I put my heart into it

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AbbyHarris1976 OP May 30th, 2019

Here's another one. This one is darker ...

Your heart and soul, my friend, is like a Hall of Mirrors. I walked inside the Hall of Mirrors to see your reflection, to see who you were.

Your reflection, however, was not the same, as the one staring into the mirrors. THe reflections were all someone else,

So, the Hall of Mirrors came crashing down like a house of cards, unable to stand under the weight of its illusion.

And now I hold a shard of a broken mirror and look into it.

But I do not see any reflection, only emptiness.

Image result for broken mirror, image