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Shattered Pieces of Love
rotting, festering flesh of the spirit, eating away at happiness and peace, the only harvest of hate and revenge. self-loathing, worse than the putrid nausea we feel for the one who stole our light. self-imposed indictment, spiritual disease, ravaged remains of our forgotten joy. penicillin for these maladies, genuinely letting go of the evil bestowed upon us--no small task. search our hearts for shattered pieces of love, enough to wake our dying souls, perhaps to heal our broken will. May God have mercy on victims of child abuse. May He give them a voice to scream out their rage, and bless them with courage to forgive and heal. Pat Nelson December 23, 2008 Re-worked March 10, 2011 First Place in "Poetry's Prism "
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