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Titus Armon shared a letter in the Poetry group 1 months, 1 weeks ago
Hurricane
Broke my limbs and tore my spirit
As I walked and smelled debris
I could barely talk
Was hard of hearing
Even lost feeling in some places
Some places still looked nice
But they were broken
Why am I the chosen
To see these things
To be unfazed after the truth
After the storm and troops
Everyone is gone
No sound but mine
Where do I go and be fine
Limping on distraught knees
Existing with little breathing
I continue…
Down the wary roads
As I see the smoke
As the rain provokes
My will elopes
And I continue…
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Titus, this captures your emotion so well and in such a visual way. I am sorry you are going through a hard time. This piece reminded me of a quote: “When you are going through hell, keep going. ”
Sending hugs. <3 Lauren
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Titus, what an inspiring poem! You have endured so much and I am so proud of you for persevering even at your lowest times. Great poem and a great message.
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