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B D Caissie Sep 6
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
Phoebe Hynes Jun 2017
I am humbled by the rain
The way it mingles and manages
With every tree
And pocket between leaves.

I am honored
To be collected and covered
With each available drop
As I make my way outside.

I am humbled.
I am honored.

I am wet.
Soulace May 2017
To know that someone
Listens to my open heart
Breathes life in my day

Thank you!
This one's dedicated to my 5 followers. Just the fact that people enjoy my poetry and listen to me as I open up my heart really gave me another reason to keep writing and exposing my inner thoughts with whoever would listen. Thank you so much!!
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