tinged —
My opaqueness is less than “the darkness.”
So, I refrain from the love I cannot contain.
I considered all as loss; I’m left with today.
Now, I can hear laughter from miles away.
I’ve stranded so far—maybe I had no choice.
The voice stands corrected, to what I reject.
I’m the glass ceiling; the mirror can’t reflect.
A mountain and a cliff cannot jump off of it.
I’m used to the blown fuse, but thankful for
The moonlight, and glad for limited insight.
I’m a witness to ‘the soul’ shaking to its core.
A hammer couldn’t smash me—it is not easy!
© R|CARDO.
— Ricardo Sexton
C|PHER. 
A good poem on the strength you do feel, despite all your troubles. :)
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Back to your old self😊. Same passion seen through verses. Beautiful.
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Such amazing and vivid writing 🌟
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Amazing poem ❤️
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Great poem! Perfectly written with passion <3
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This poem inspires hope & resilience from the ashes of great loss. “Now I can hear laughter from miles away” ….
what a wonderful description of healing from grief. It rightly suggests that although the laughter has always been there, it cannot be heard by people in the grip of grief.
I found the last verse to be very powerful.
We all have our hurts & pain. The challenge is to be “thankful & glad”, & ultimately recognize our resilience.
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The masculine strength and vulnerability is beautiful. I really love this poet.
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