My Post (3) (6)

I am found—I resisted
The voices insisted
All that I have done
All that I have become

Beautifully broken is the heart
Alone and helpless we start
Together we try to become
More than what can be undone

With broken desires we reach
In this darkness together meet
The more I hope—The more you try
Between these truths and wanting lies

Here and only here am I bound
You are getting closer I am found
With crippled legs, I try to run
More than us—We are undone

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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