RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.

Healing One’s Self

A breathe of life

Filled with light.

It cleanses the soul

Makes one whole.

Easy to say, so hard to do

I did not think so, yet now know it’s true.

Calming the mind

Soothing the soul

Releasing the torment

The wailing woe.

It’s now my goal, to heal myself

I’ve spent to long, relying on others to help.

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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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