Brutal Hands, Dead Soul

Empty streets, gone is the blue as I walk alone following my shadow. A little fear because no one is near and I am walking all alone.

One body, one shadow, why do I feel there are more?

I turn around, to the light cadence of footsteps but no one is near.

Am I just paranoid because I am alone or is this a warning for the storm that anticipates some danger?

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Take Care, I’m Scarred

“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.”
-Eleanor Roosevelt

With open hearts come open thoughts, open thoughts bring out the vulnerability and that brings hurt, wounds and scars.

Scars stay.

The more damaging the hurt, the worse are the wounds and more abysmal the scars.

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