I spent my summer melting,
My autumn fearing another fall.
The new year was a blanket
Of snow and cumbersome guilt.
A spring sun demanded I begin,
But all of my roots were dead,
My branches devoid of green.
So I wasted the Suns generosity;
I still received it’s light,
But without the strength to blossom
It just created a gilded shell.
And that’s it all there is;
I’m just painted gold,
Paper money in the wind;
I hold no value except for
The values others place on me.
So I am buried,
Hiding from any hint of rain
Lest my colors start to bleed.
I’m afraid of the smallest storms,
And nothing, not even time,
Can stop me from withering away.
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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That little light from your lampshade 
Wow, a beautiful poem — you have hauntingly captured the story of my life. Thank-you 😉 😉
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