We are not bad people,
We just did bad things.
We’re not bad at being alive.
Our lives just tore us
inside
left fighting to survive.
We are mere broken creatures
From a broken land
Our wings cracked,
By another’s hand.
We are rounded
And grounded.
Imbalanced and
Imperfect.
Our disappointments never drowned,
Confusions never crushed,
Even with souls open for the sun,
the clouds still cover us.
©AJMwrites2020
Beautifully written ❤️
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Thank you!
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I live the rhyme scheme and the message it conveys is so deep! This is beautiful
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Thank you!
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The last stanza pierced through my heart!!💓💓
A true thought presented in a beautiful way!
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Thank you! I’m so glad you felt that way 🙂
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