That feeling you get
after surfing through pain.
Remembering all smiles
forced to feign.
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Weaving through tapestries
sewn on tears.
Soaking the threads
till melting dares.
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The eyes of those
who have battled wars.
They are no longer viewers
But open pores.
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Peering through blood,
squinting to see.
Because what was will
build what will be.
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Holding on to the
lessons taught.
From all that endured
and all turned to naught.
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From every memory
a moral is said
with the pride of one
who held his head.
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For every moment
can write a sheet
of the beauty of running
on broken feet.
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Rachel S
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Each sentence is beautifully crafted. Well done Rachel.
great poem!