My friends don’t see my pain.
How can I let them know?
Words are not like actions anymore.
They can break a friendship.
They can hurt.
I am grateful I left that shadow.
Those harsh words came and went.
Now I am careful with my tongue.
I find love possible and I am hopeful.
In the sunlight again, my spirit grows strong.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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