Self-Healing


The driving force to keep the spirit strong
When the chips are laid out upon the floor
And it seems there’s nothing left to fight for
For the heart and mind got it all so wrong
Yet still the strength remains to draw a breath
Before the rhythm of the dance of death
Begins to intoxicate in the mind
The soul rebuilds anew, and redefined
Again the heart lays tattered and broken
As silent tears reach out in sweet solace
With walls of steel in an open promise
Spirit energy always unspoken
The force of self that follows no fashion
For survival is the purest passion

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Pushkin’s Sonnet

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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