BURNED BRIDGES

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    BURNED BRIDGES

    BURNT BRIDGES

    My life has been desecrated
    by a graffiti painted soul
    My heart is held hostage
    one time my heart stood whole

    I've closed the doors on many things
    burned life's bridges down
    I spared no pain for anyone
    when I thought that Iwould drown

    I've prayed to GOD on my knees
    when I lost my way
    When GOD put me back on track
    my prayers began to stray

    I walked in shoes of my choice
    stepped on other's feet
    My dignity was ego fed
    admitting no defeat

    My tunnel vision took control
    like blinders in the night
    I've hurt the ones I love most
    I wronged my every right

    Then I prayed to GOD again
    I told him what to do
    My high and mighty self righteous ass
    is what I fell onto

    My ass, my pride , my everything
    was bruised and hurt like hell
    I got back on my feet
    humbled and lived to tell

    I dropped onto my knees again
    I prayed for precious time
    I asked for complete forgiveness
    Lord, your will not mine

    I prayed for help to rebuild
    my bridges I had burned
    Not bridges from my past
    ones that held concern

    Ones with humble strength
    so I could mend some hearts
    My thoughtlessness had broken
    OH GOD just where to start

    To gain the trust of others
    who have trusted me before
    This bridge from you " I beg LORD"
    will open all new doors

    It takes time to rebuild a life
    with a desecrated soul
    To clean up all graffiti
    for my heart to beat as whole

    I thanked the LORD for my fall
    and my swollen ass
    To keep me humble in his will
    to learn from all life's tasks

    BY: Terri Lynn Waldrop - Vienneau 101
    Written: 11/09/2009
    Kaleidoscope's Ghetto

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    maburton commented on BURNED BRIDGES

    06-01-2011

    A humble soul is often a loving soul. That loving part of you shows in your writings.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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