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The beauty I see is all around,
From Rilke‘s Panther to the words of the Bard,
And the leaves of fall that hit the ground.

Life is life and life is struggle,
Surviving a world made to exclude;
Yet beauty surrounds and touches the heart of man

To stop and listen, a whisper so dear,
The laugh of a child held on a single tear.
Many days and nights I have spent in gloom,

But life does not have to be a tomb!
Beauty creeps in– water through cracks
Of a sidewalk worn by the weight on our backs.

~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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2 Responses to Beauty

  1. Jingle says:

    talented poetry,
    hope you well.

  2. Jingle says:

    welcome to attend Poets Rally, link in a poem, visit and comment, have fun!
    Thanks a ton for the attention.
    Let me know if you have questions.

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