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Aug 2010
My heart is beating hysterically!
My inner spirit is banging on the wall.
And my soul is jumping on Oprah’s sofa.
I can’t believe I actually did it!
It felt great!
The few moments while it lasted…
I felt like I was in a corridor of heaven but now… I AM BROKEN!

So don’t waste your sticks and stones.
Like walls of old in stories told
I have taken it all.
A shadow-less rouge is what I am.

I tried and tried and tried and tried
And tried some more but now I’m tired.
I can’t keep doing this anymore…
I can’t keep thinking that today is the day.

So I seal away my hurt and pain.
It pains my soul to seal my hurt
So razor blades are my self-defense…

Stainless… Not even the bright red rosary of my blood leaves a mark.
And even if it did, that wouldn’t matter because, I AM BROKEN!

Broken like early reflections of faces in awe from Déjà Vu.
Broken like the light that shines the brightest after it’s ripped by a cloud…
Do you see a silver lining?

Let’s skip the fables of D.I.D’s and knights in shining armor.
I’ve got a couple of unresolved issues that need clearing up…
I wrote this piece for you…
You know who you are… Wherever you are…
What do I got to do to meet you again?
~An original piece by Moe Awad~
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