A burning heart,
A ranging fire,
Confused and wrapped,
Like a tangled wire.
A lonely heart,
A lost desire,
Hurt and Bruised,
But a pretty attire.
A pouring rain,
The gushing winds,
In the tender veins,
Though the blood flows in.
A deadly drought,
The unbearable heat,
In an innocent soul,
Who still spreads peace.
The broken wings,
Flying into spring,
With a hidden voice,
And can't fit in.
In an unkind world,
With the pennies earned,
Crushed in the spirit,
But conquered the world.
Feeling bad,
Not at least glad,
But in the wilderness speaks,
A ray of Hope,
Maybe some where,
There's a helping hand,
To hold on and withstand.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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