Pain physical Pain emotional
Both heal Both scar My love deep My love sincere
Each day I awakened early hours just to speak Cherishing a few moments to simply hear your voice Without hesitation, when another beckoned, I was disconnected
My heart shattered The broken pieces, crushed
Rejected Tossed aside In the storm I cry Solitary, left standing alone Begged you to leave with me Implored to start a life You would not You did not Was I -- --a dalliance? --a distraction? ...only to be granted an audience at your convenience? ...only to serve at, and for, your pleasure?
Each day I check for a message Each day there is none Although not your first choice Say but the words and I am again yours
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.
It is their stories I tell.
“Who am I?”
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales, an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown. However, as a storyteller, I know who I am, and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.
Thank you,
Joe
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