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written by: Steve Pearson



I see you
your blue world
straddling fine lines,
looking for signs
that your world has ended.
when did you grow so alone,
joy so outgrown,
straddling the line
between joy and time?

remember you were
absent pain
and will be again
staying bright in your days
your world will shine with colour
unfurled like a flower
blooming anew,
being you.



From this point on we begin to look at the urge for saviour and the process of recovering to stability. The first step can be as simple as someone reaching out to make a connection.

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Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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