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I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.
Calloused hand, soft hip
Bitten lip, bitten ear lobe
Short of breath wanting
By the train tracks she stood
Beauty like no other
An uncovering of a pure soul
Priceless jewel of the night

I found you
My early morning gold
Your heart
An immeasurable value

What a beauty
A gift for my happiness
Your wonderful splendor
A bringer of everyday's delight

I have encountered wonder
A feeling I wish to stay
My angel from above
You are my one true happiness

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poem speaks of a person who encountered love by the train tracks.
The lord is my Shepard
He's in my heart every day
Beating away loving me today
Guiding me through good times
And the bad times
God's touch is so beautiful
God's love this so magical
Every Day I pray to him I Love him
And my love for you will stop never
My child I am always here for you
All you have to do is come to me and we'll
Say a little prayer together for all the suffering.
Amen..
A Lord's Prayer Jesus Christ 🙏 ❤️
Orange and pink hues of sunset
are nowhere...rain pours
trees are talking, leaves are fighting
the violent wind...the shutting of doors
and windows startle...and disturb

no more candle lights on the altar...prayers
have been said, tinged with whispers and
hushed giggles...the tingling of china and
silverware float in the air...the radio is off,
no more worrisome news.....what's left is,

a soothing feeling....the cool wind
makes the curtains dance...a sweet
silence breathes outside my room...both feet are
flexing...relaxing on the bed....waiting for

midnight...to end another virus-stamped day,
the rainy dark comes with a sacred stillness,
we're not over the woods, yet...but, it would be
nice to hear about less, and more:  a decline
in cases, a flat curve...a rise in recoveries...a cure,
a vaccine would disable the claws of the
evil virus......meanwhile, we keep the faith,  
as we wait...and look forward
to........better days...
>-<
tomorrow is another day.
>-<


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 15, 2020
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