Bruised heart
Always burns
Bitter wounds
Still never learn
Empty tables
Where friends once sat
Dark clouds
My emotions entrapped
Reaching hands
Grasp thin air
Paper and pen
My mind becomes clear
I searched for answers
For freedom, for friends
It was in quiet reflection
That I found peace in the end
The Search
Anger, Anxiety, Bitterness, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Writing
Dawn & Dusk 
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