The Blueprint...
When shall I feel I'm good enough?
As all of life's abrasions feel so rough.
When I journey deep within myself,
I see a broken soul left on the shelf...
Bruised and battered from all the pain,
When shall I ever feel whole again?
As I strive to be all that I can be,
The poet within bleeds inside of me...
Hopes and desires, I want so much more,
Yet I shall not become my dreamer's whore.
For my dreams they come from high above,
They are the blueprint of peace and love...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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