Don’t hide behind 
That wall of shame
Don’t think that I 
Don’t feel your pain. 

The price of
A hindering 

My armor cracked
And somewhat worn
My heart strings tattered
Weathered. ….. torn.

Bruised and battered
Stripped of my pride
The bare emotions
I feel inside.

Kindred spirits
Wounded souls
The same sad story
Has been told.

Comfort ….. caring
The offer of solace
And sensibility.



Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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