Poetry

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Fragile As Lace
By: Cynthia Peoples

A soul so strong on the outside but crying within;
Yearning to mend broken pieces but doesn’t know how to begin.
We spend our whole life searching for something worthwhile;
While we get so caught up in pretending that we forget how to smile!

Lives filled with confusion sadness and despair yet,
We don’t take the time to reach out
And touch someone or to say I care.

So, take time to reach out to others, and grasp hold of life,
It’s never too late to mend or to improve our pain, our strife.
Cause in the palm of our hands lie beauty and grace,
Sometimes disguised as leather but unfolds as graceful as lace.
The lace may be fragile, and sometimes worn;
But it’s never too late to mend the pieces, and be reborn!

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