WITHOUT THE SPIRIT

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Even if I squeeze my mind To create the words that rhyme. That would touch your soul. Without the spirit, I am like a fool.  Even if I force to open my eyes To write everything that inspires. For me to touch your day Without the spirit, I dismay.  Even if I wanted to tell you I have my own weaknesses too. For me to be honest with Without the spirit, I failed.  Even if the time has gone I was not able to make one. I could not share my poetry. Without the spirit, I am empty.   Even if I am discouraged I still ask God the courage. To my great surprise, I now able.  Without the spirit, it is impossible.

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Deborah Brooks-Langford said…
Helen that is outstanding poetry
August 21, 2017 at 1:01 PM
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