“My soul bleeds words that I seldom share.” ~Daniel A. Vaughn~
My heart beats in acknowledgment.
Prayers to the Healer.
Doctor, Doctor, can you fix what ails me?
Is there a cure for another dead portion.. dead end, dead love, and dying hope.
A slow smothering that needs to be revived.
Is there a limit to how many times a person can bounce back?
Why can’t I see the light and breathe in renewed life.
Be my Prescription, or sedate me until I’m too numb to feel or be stolen away by another force beyond my control.