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Happy One

There is a tear in my soul.

They want me to smile,

all the time, they want me to be fine,

this world.

But I am not

(though I am.)

There is a weeping tear.

A wound unhealed and breaking

ever deeper,

every day.

I will tell you this:

I am fine.

And I am,

six colours of the rainbow, fine.

The seventh colour.

It is a golden tar.

An aching soul,

searching.

An aching child

within the hardened walls

of a happy one.

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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

2 replies on “Happy One”

Awww, it’s always my pleasure to sync up hearts with you, my beautiful friend, Kat. ❤️ I know. Emotions seem to come in waves. Last night I was floundering in the deep end and today there is sun, and life is bright.

But my goodness my soul needs to read and write when the darkness envelops me. And your soul, I think, must be a little the same. 💞

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