Broken

I watch your broken soul as this consumes your entire world
Blaming yourself for a decision completely out of your control
Trying to keep the peace, you break your own will to keep happiness
in the world of the selfish?
As you grow the truth will show, screaming inside you stay on the tide with waves of truth coming along, keeping your soul stringed along, just so you know when the storm has settled this will have made you strong, calmness has come take my hand let us walk along the footsteps that never fade….

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BioBeula Kapp born as a artistic soul developed the love of poetry, art and music In her early teens.Her poetry is filled with passion, life, struggles, questions that relates to the everyday person. She enjoys not only writing poetry, short stories, flash fiction but reading it as well, thus she enjoys being part of online writing communities where she is able to contribute, read and communicate with other artists.
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