Monday, 29 October 2018

Split Dilemma

I thought I was broken

There was a schism 

Fracture widened by lies spoken

It became  a chasm

I felt that I had no choice

No way to cross the great divide

My soul mocks with silent voice 

Echoing pain rattles inside 

Like a form of emotional autism

Hardened heart as an acorn oaken

Thought splits as light through prism

Gate closed I have no token

Gentle touch wove side to side

Your love spanned the canyon

Mending holes in tattered pride

Bridged by my companion

Helping me to feel whole

                    I can freely move down the road

Hot passion cracked the seed in soul

From stressful work to peaceful abode








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