Damaged in an intrinsic way
which belies the way we think,
I’ve settled now in harmless times
with glasses casting shades of pink.
Never say the world is tough
or filtered with what’s unfair,
in desperate times when life sucks
take the cue and be aware.
So crinkling in memorized skin
and dancing with memories come neigh,
I’ve taken solace in the work being done
strive always to hold my head up high.
Plasticity in that neural net
the one which directs the play,
regrows the joy that fear had stole
and gives birth to come what may.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 
Beautiful poetry. Thank you for the follow. I like your site as well.
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Thanks, you had an interesting site and I really enjoyed it as well. Thanks for the follow!
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Hope to have you reading at my site again. I’ll try and keep tabs with yours as well.
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“…regrows the joy that fear had stole
and gives birth to come what may.”
Incredible lines! Wonderfully penned poem!
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Thanks so much for the kind words madam!
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Of course! Please call me D 🙂
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Certainly then D, 😉 Thanks a ton for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
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