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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE BROKEN PIECE
[time] => 2006-03-31 10:28:28
[hometext] => DONT KNOW WHAT TOPIC TO PUT THIS UNDER? READ IT ANYWAYS? ITS JUST ABOUT REKINDLING A PASSION
[bodytext] => Listening to a song rekindled is a sudden passion a passion that I feared would forever be dead a passion that triggered thoughts in my head music and words come to me my vocal chordes start burning as if a match was lit in my heart causing my throat to open up a passion so rusty finally, once again working I thought it was dead it was just temporarily disconnected the pains of life broke this piece that opened up this window inside of me- so then to many, I became nothing but a closed secret, a mystery who is she? Many found themselves questioning a closed window- a closed soul shut down, not working out of order, no touching, no fixing a girl so out of reach no one could find her broken piece so remaining out of order with a sign come back later, many days many nights the passing hours go by forgotten was this passion dwindling, faded, gone- sorrow and sadness lingered in this place where lied this broken piece every day, inside a pain increased not really knowing why? Right there in my heart an aching pain, growing, filling it up- every day, always sick like my body knew a piece was lost inside of it- until a familiar tone somehow passes the barriers and sinks down joy warms my insides up like a warm fuzzy blanket I start to sing all squeaky and rusted but rather quickly, my engine chords warm up days suddenly pass by changed, im singing in my car, everywhere day and night not hiding this discovery I’ve left my window open for all to see the hurt, and aching pain healed so simple and real, it was through the joy of singing which was the piece missing the connecting piece to my soul that was so long damaged and broke- by the intense pains of my life for a long while, I went dormant inside- for I turned away from this broken piece because love was vanished, dead inside of me- until the greatness of a familiar song brought back a familiar passion and the love once forgotten that I once had for myself within suddenly started burning deep in a joy rekindled, a piece reclaimed in who I am, with passion, my voice, I sing- 02-31-06 shanna huntsman [comments] => 2 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Adelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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