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#waver
I can feel it in my soul, a ripple stirring within. In the deepest crevice, there's a whisper trying to shout, "It is done!" So why should I waver? That storm has passed, and the sea is calm. I watch the sun descend in a quiet declaration of what’s to come, its golden light and gentle embers painting promises.
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
It Is Done!
The brightness of a glorious dawn Brings to this world its healing light The bright rays streaming on and on Though I may be in darkest night Although it’s night, the sun shines still The rays will warm my body soon Should my faith waver, then I will Find comfort in the lighted moon Just like the sun - my wealth is sure My hope increases day by day While new horizons I explore And prosper now in every way If darkness hides my wealth from view My faith remains - it shall be shown Abundance from my heart renews Revealing all the wealth I’ve known
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
My Wealth is Sure (Prosperity Poem 26)
By every stitch awkwardly placed. Does there linger a sting. A colorless. Vastness. Of nothing. A space. Larger than any ravine. Boundless. Where even the brightest smile. Drowned. It was here. In this same collection of wavering resolve. A new smile was born. Of lust. And piercing wales. One that fit ever so perfectly. Tears and pain cascade through. Yet it remained. Begging. Wretching. Playing with this notion of spite. And torture. The blade driven by ones own hand. Is the very one that knows this darkness all to well. Hiltless. Does it dive deeper. And the black ooze finds a home. In the abyss beyond. For this. Is the viciousness desired. A circle of ridicule. And tumble end over end. Smile intact. Mind. Shambles..
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Wicked.
I thrive upon it, And yet, it thrives upon me; Grey muddle of life.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
10. Grey