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everything is fine.
no.worries.
it's just that*

there is a d a r k n e s s
closing in
on the edges,

and lights swirl
in the p e r i p h e r y.
When I put my headphones on
Everything just seems to melt away

Then a slow upwelling of assorted instruments
Violin, cello, piano
I hum along

Then words; many of them, sometimes strangely arranged
Waiting to be interpreted
I sing

The song is always one that resonates within me
It has deeper meaning
I ponder

A drum beat unlike any other
Changing time and rhythm
I play along on my desk

I've never felt or experienced more
Than when I'm lost in my music
The Power of Pain, an understanding of stress,
all this lead to, the elimination of duress.

The intuitive knowledge of pain as it is,
The piercing truth that is contained within.
That few see, and many ignore,
yet those who confront it,
are like gifts to be adored

Give power to the weak,
Bring joy to the sad,
Give courage to those, in need of strength

Those who know pain give love,
Those who know weakness give strength

This is the power within all of us men.
.
Lots of thoughts
And even more shots
Just to drown the pain
Or just to sustain

A calm face
In a public place
Where I got some space
At my own pace

I may recover
From this but I
May not have a lover
The trust wasn’t applied
Sweet muse of creativity
shine your light on me,
help me find the words to write,
for all, I feel and see.

Let me describe a sunset
that enchanting scene in the sky,
such a breathtaking painting
so pleasing to the eye.

Let me tell of the rainbow
the majestic blend of hues,
the exquisite flow of colors
bringing such a beautiful view.

Let me write of the mountain tops
dressed in white sparkling snow,
the way it drifts through the trees
as the sun makes a twinkly glow.

Allow me to write of love
like it’s never been written before,
to touch the heart so deep
of the ones I truly adore.

Give to me the words to share
sweet beautiful muse of mine,
so I may share with the world
the beauty I see through rhyme.
~
Alone and afraid
she huddles against the wall,
please don’t let him find me
not this time, I wasn’t bad at all.

Hands reach down
grab her by the hair,
she feels the first hit
there’s pain everywhere.

She cries out loud
but nobody hears,
and if they did
it fell on deaf ears.

Left bruised and bleeding
laying on the floor,
all because she forgot
to lock the front door.

She’s all alone
in pain and full of fear,
why won’t anyone help her
does no body hear?.

She’s seven years old
her life a living hell,
and not one neighbor
will pick up the phone and tell.
~

~And she flies to a place where she’s loved~
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It’s fear, confusion, pain, a longing to be loved, to feel safe.

Every 10 seconds a report of Child Abuse is made and every day 5 Children die of Child Abuse just in the United States alone. Don’t look the other way, REPORT IT over and over again if you have too. They need a voice, be that Voice, be their Hero.  If you hear, see, or feel a Child is being Abused, pick up the phone and call 911 or The National Child Abuse Hotline- 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

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I'm sorry I can't get out of bed in the morning.

My head is so full of thoughts, always a mess.

I'm sorry I'm quiet a lot,

I don't like to talk in front of my peers.

I'm sorry I'm distant a lot.

I feel like I disappoint everyone who I know.

I'm sorry I'm sad, and have to go to therapy.

I can express my feelings there, when I'm sad.

I'm sorry I want to end my life,

Things just aren't the same anymore.
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