Break my bones time and again.
Smash my sense of self-
and scatter it like rain.
But, I'll delve
Deeper.
Till I can find my strength,
and I'll stand.
I'll stand again.
Pick me up and throw me down.
Raise my hopes,
then make me a clown.
Even if they're frayed,
these ropes of mine--
I'll make them strong.
And I'll dance again.
To destiny's rhythm.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
