I felt broken about 12 years ago and that my faith, my fundamental me, had been destroyed. Yet slowly it has returned so that I could write this poem recently. I hope it touches and reassures anyone else who feels broken.
It cannot be destroyed.
It holds my integrity.
It bolsters my courage.
It contains all that is beautiful, good and true.
It is me
In my purest sense.
Despite I feel locked away
And out of touch with it
Still it remains
Silent
Cool
Peaceful
Waiting to be accessed
Needing to be expressed
Strong
True
Wise
Expressive
Full.
It is love
At the centre,
Emanating peace
In the depths of my despair.
26.2.04
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