Within, you see,
is where the tumult resides.
It does not break its bond
to the outside world,
cracking the enamel of
my tremulous smile.
Trust is hard.
Love is harder.
Faith makes it possible,
but still I must
choose to believe.
And that,
oh that,
my dear, trembling
heart,
I will never do again.
Beyond Panic 
Nice one, my friend.
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Thank you, sir. Haven’t been writing much poetry these days. Working on finishing / developing all the little snatches of ideas that have plagued me these last three years. I’m taking everything at least 50 pages long and making some decisions. I won’t get to all of it, but at least want to get PUBLISHED this year; or at least one rejection letter 🙂
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I wish you all the luck you so rightly deserve, my friend.
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Thank you, my friend. Wishing for your continued success as well.
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