“I”
Protected
heart under tattered sleeve
gently peeking through
Open and closed to the world
even the Heavens
til God made me new
Born
from the thoughts of the stars
unto mortals who never knew
the nature of my soul
Blooming in the grunge of
addicts, thugs and whores
empathetic folds into the whole
Never
belonging anywhere
daunting judgments haunting
every move… thought… prayer
Poured into myself
making my own existence real
deep beneath the superficial layers
Taken
captive by the darkness
Filling voids with false remedies
Telling eyes behind each veil
Until heart allowed no more
breaking spirit’s core
setting free the love which now avails
Nik's Place 
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I love it! Amazing how we can tell our life story in 111 words. I didn’t think it was possible. I could read this one again and again. So inspiring.
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Thanks! I know, right. I actually had to add four words to hit 111. Lol
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Very creative – as always. Love the imagery of, “Poured into myself making my own existence real deep beneath the superficial layers.” Very cool.
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Awesome, glad you like it. Wasn’t the “crazy” I originally envisioned, but it is what came to me in the moment. š
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