Half full or half empty, it doesn’t matter

Lacking within as my soul becomes tattered.

Strength waning slowly, and not for the better,

as there was a time when I was as tough as leather.

Half shatter and battered, bruises invisible,

and no longer do I feel invincible.

So I cruise through my days with a half cocked smile

knowing my inner healing is going to take a while.

 

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