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Molded For Glories Unknown

Cliff Notes of Life

By Rowan Finley Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Tom Verdoot

Heart shards scattered in canyons deep,

where few dare to search, for the pieces reap.

The Comforter sees,

interceding, on his knees,

instead of resting on his throne,

he prays, reassuring us that we are not alone.

But, "I just want you...I just want you..."

feeling stuck down here, will I just have to make-do?

Where I am, you are too, is the powerful truth of it all,

even when suicide came and went as a dangerously close call.

You reached my mind and whispered truth,

you grasped my will and molded it with hands so smooth.

Now my story has some more facets and rocky edges,

but now committed to you and life again, and yielding sturdy pledges.

inspirational
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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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