Anger boils inside me

I can’t understand why

Scars not yet healed

Are brittle and easily split

What will this life mean

How can things change

Words easily spoken

Deeds harder to put in place

I’d thought you once loved me

But I can see through the facade

Lies ring on your lips

To pull me aside

And drag me from my bed

The sleeping giant woken

To bash and brocade

Time is no friend

To our lies

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I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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