Posted in prayer

Like fallen dew…

wounded healers

We are the brave
who
carry
our wounds… Seen from
the stars,
we exist
out of tune… Shattered
by affliction
we stand unafraid,
in confessions
of grief,
we quietly pray,
to be fluent
in compassion,
like fallen dew,
though colored
by sadness
we are lambent hues… Temporarily
burdened
while here
on this earth,
we rise from
the ruins,
to embrace
our worth …

©AllysoAlly2020

 

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I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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