I'm walking with no path...
direction has abandoned me... waiting for divinity to intervene... from a place my eyes has never seen... just walking no pace... this road I tread... time has no face... silence is the tone...
purging me inside... until wrong is gone... where compassion greets...introducing me to the me... I thought I'd never meet... buried beneath the hateful words of tongues... weakened by thoughts... but strength still holds on... stripping away all the harm... healing from a voice... that sounds so calm... piercings of hurt...simply fades away... the audiences In my head... can no longer stay... my creation is your unique design... my hands molded and shaped... until you came to mind... others may never understand you by far... I am the Potter... who loves you... just the way that you are.
catmartan
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2b2b2 says: Beautiful Work |
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Catmartan says: Thank you !!! |
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