the darkness came on easy, i let it
in hope of an easy fix.
surgeon, your hands please heal
broken bones, heal broken spirit.
i want to walk down great pathways
to find sad peasants in the road.
reach out with words that lead to laughter,
that lighten hard and heavy loads.
i am not downtrodden,
hope shines lamplike in the dusk.
striding now toward bright dawn
my pain gone, i live with lust.
send out help, it beams so brightly
in the golden morning sun,
i walk into tomorrow- wait!
i want to Run!!!
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Author: Kleo Patra
I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...
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