Spirit Broken
Spirit Broken
Is not a hurt cur
Though both
Need tlc
A dog can lick
wounds and hope
for a salve, where
does human Spirit go
living is like a
precipice, steep
carry self with dignity
failing, fall in abyss
have centered self
fine tuning eely mind
serenity reins supreme
all the time
Originally Published: January 3, 2011
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