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Who Broke You?
Were you in the skillful hands of the potter being shaped and gently molded as the wheel of life turned slowly a tragedy unfolded the image the potter created took on a different shape robbed of its first intention the vessel begin to break it cracked under false pretense hurts, wounds and scars left with no defense left with no holds barred tossed within a discarded a pile helpless, abandoned a wounded child but the potter stumbled upon its remains then put the vessel on its wheel again gently, carefully melting it down The potter spoke these words out loud who broke you cracked you, messed you up? left you ruined amongst this stuff I broke you first but the plan was divine they broke you again but the plan is still mine I still have the blueprint you're still in my hand and though you have been broken I'll make you over again
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@May Poole no matter who broke us and left our remains the one who cares is always there. Back on the potters wheel.
Notebooks full of Poems
Last night I found a box in my garage of my college days with 6 note books full of poems. So I'm going to share.
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I lost many of my writings in flooded building from a hurricane. Most of mine are new. I had one on my heart I wrote years ago. I wished I could find.
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Be honest… how many unfinished poems are hiding in your notes app?
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Walk Away
I needed to walk away from the love of liquor My mind knew that but my heart wanted to bicker I went staggering to the mirror this morn One black eye and a busted lip now worn What in the world has happened, who have I become? How could I allow myself to get in this position to be so numb? My face a mess my jaw is swollen and broken I really want a cigarette, got it lit, now it’s smoking Abuse is real. Numbing was my only way of escape Hide behind closed doors and fully drawn drapes, Let no one see just how bad it had got This was my battle alone now to be fought My wounds will heal, my desires would change No more beating nor alcohol won’t this be strange? A life of peace of knowing I am in a safe place Only thing left behind are scars upon my face CDK 2-15-26
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Tribute tattoo
A lot of people commented on my poetry and eulogy for my grandfather, who passed away on January 12. I wanted to share the tribute tattoo I got for him yesterday. He was, at heart, an artist, and this is an easel with his initials. Just wanted to share.
Tribute tattoo
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@Kimberly Virga that is pretty awesome. May you be forever inspired by him,
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Cynthia Keffer
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@cynthia-keffer-3111
My name is Cynthia but go by Cindy. I am a published author of poetry, children’s books and inspirational genres. I love to write.

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