I learned this the hard way:
Either you say how you feel and **** it up, or say nothing and let it ******* up instead......!

Not bent
Not bruised
Broken
Together one minute
Shattered the next
Like a mirror
Showing a perfect reflection
It cracks
It breaks
Distortion is all i see
Or maybe its just the real me
Not bended
Not bruised
But broken.

Im no stranger to this. Submitting a poem hoping to join. Clearing my mind one word at a time. On this keyboard i type. In my journal i write. A note here or there on a napkin square. Never revealing how i truely feel. Never knowing whats fake and whats real. Checking my email hoping im accepted although its not expected. Thank you for your time if it was in fact yours. If not thank you algorithm and the info you store.

DEAR God.
let me be your dear.
and I  shall have no fear.
allow acceleration from God's Gear.

Dear God,
I'm lost and looking for directions.
I'm blind and willing to see.
send your healing miracles,

I'm one of your creation,
living in your created nation.
and living with your created nature.
guide us as our lecture.

With the power of your name,
Please full-fill my life with prosper.
and shall I prospect forever,
and ever, Amen