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Andrew Layman Sep 11
Shallow breathing
where my lungs reside

Hollow soul
speaks from deep inside

Heavy yearning
as these feelings subside.
Nathalie Jun 17
There is a strength within a woman that is unbound when she learns to stand humbled by her own light and withdraws from standing as a mere shadow of others.

Elizabeth Feb 18
The acne breakout was too much to bear
Pain and disgust at self filled my thoughts.
Stood by the fruits aisle
need to get on a fruit diet, so.
Picked each kind
like an elegant queen.
I'm on a fruit diet you see.
Then, he came.
I sensed his heat and turned to look.
Worn down shirt, torn down pants
dusty feet, trembling hands.
Picked one pear and paced away.
Just a pear
I saw the emptiness in me
Quietly left the aisle in shame.
Silently humbled by birth
Too late to care in such positions
Both paused in bumbling notions of joy and despair
Times condition gapes and separates
Layers merge
Control lost, costs constructed
Impacted foresight of what might
Tight lines blind

All answers are finite

To suggest anything less
incrementally raises discrepancies
We do not falsify intentions
When mentioned only give to thyself what is true
Where we see the other in you
In what could be
Is and was
Nothing exist but her
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B D Caissie Sep 2019
I walked to the edge to evaluate my existence and in  my hubris I believed i was reaching the firmament and beyond.

Instead the sky was falling and with it the stars. Within my eyes you can follow their decent to the unknown depths of my heart.

Deb Jones Sep 2017
Like a child, I am living the life given me.

I have experienced almost everything there was to experience.

I forged paths that many feared to take.
I grabbed opportunities with both hands and ran in circles with them.

In my professional life I was a force to be reckoned with. I didn't look back or, in many cases, down.

I am so proud of that woman.

I gave to everyone.
I loved making people happy.

I wanted to share everything.

It took me a while to see the resentment behind the gratitude.

I was full of pride.
I think too full.

My life came to a grinding halt one day.

I still haven't found my footing in this new version of me.

But I am looking.
Always looking.

I have been humbled.

I am humbled.
I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes 4 years ago.
I wear a bionic insulin pump. I am still learning to live with it.
Tyler Matthew Sep 2018
I know it is
killing you -
the quiet -
because it is
killing me, too.

The moment
you told me that
we were through,
I got lost,
and now it's all that
I can do -

to be humbled
by the thought
of loving you -
to be angry
at what I thought I
needed to do -
to be happy
with being just one,
no longer two.
In the style of "Connected by Love," by Jack White.
The importance of our proper
attitude can’t be overstated;
are we, blessed children or a
sad bunch of spectral paupers,

unable to see our identity in
Christ? Do we understand, what
it means to be… humbled? Are
we, naively carrying our sins,

to justify our sense of guilt?
Are we willing to repent and
turn away from our wickedness?
Or do we prefer the soft silt

of Death… to cover our bones?
Author notes
Inspired by:
2 Chr 7:14; Gen 3:19; Eccl 8:8

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2018, All rights reserved.
Miss Me Sep 2017
To move with grace
    Would be my wish
To live life by grace
     Would be a forsaken place
I follow close to seek
      Out this place
To lie my broken spirit
      but not my final resting place
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