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Faith
I want to be tightly embraced by strong steel beams
Anchored in the hard ground buried by my screams
Rushing through millenniums without recognizing time
Forgetting the promises of a suffered through prime
Searching for skeletons in my closet long left behind
I assign new meanings to curves now newly streamlined
Sharp rusty particles cut open the raw pain in my veins
While I go on vacation boarding camouflaged war planes
The beat of empty drums reflect the throbbing of my heart
And forlorn silence sells the notes of a rejuvenated Mozart
Then I step onto a salty desert converting it to green wetlands
Hanging from stalactite I swing from secured iron wristbands
Later I report to do time sweeping sorrows from sidewalks
Listening to a sermon delivering empty promises and talks
I bleach out blood stains from a long white Christening gown
Knowing that time has failed me giving birth to a cultured clown
But all is not lost yet assigning new hope in form of reincarnations
We always have a second chance if choosing the right destinations
poem
by
Kristina Louisa Carr
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