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Bound by me in dissarray and debris the smouldering ashes of me
Curdling voice of pain, my losses were once anothers gain
Rain washes stains from the glass where children sit and stare
I want to push away as I feel stained, blighted unclean
Wish not for innocents around me aurically
A rose petaled bath, a gentle walk, a conversation with an elder, a poem
Inside blots ceases to bleed
Until day by day, moment by moment there is joy outside my window again
I can project joy thanks and gratitude
I am both poppy and seed
Bullying is the more powerful exploiting and disrespecting the less powerful
Bullying had my heart knotted in my chest
Natural peace was my founder, challenge and test
Felt the hands lift to mighty sky and enjoyed sumptously calm fresh air to breath
