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Unfaltering Faith

 

Battered self
loathed self
worthless self.
Incomplete phrases,
few words defining self.
Hold your ground they said,
spilt all over self.
Where to go
what to do
What is next?
words resounding in my head.

Hovering around in blank space
when things around are crumbling.
how shall collect all the 
broken pieces of me
and patch them together to find my ground?

I am like  the particles of dust
All over and yet no where.
Waiting for that drop of rain 
to settle me down,
having found my ground.






					
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