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(A lone voice whispers)
Hey you
I know you're there
Silently watching and reading
Did you know that the Broken Ones
Those courageous souls whose numbers are so copious
Living amongst you anonymously
Those filled with unfathomable trauma or seemingly endless pain
But endured intrepidly by simply surviving with tenacity
Those who choose to hide it so well
Through cleverly contrived acts of smiling and joking
So that it's never so obvious
From coarse strands of childhood heartbreak
Ranging from physiological and mental struggles to a lack of love or loneliness
To wading knee-deep through blue rivers and oceans of grief and so many other raw emotions
Even though they can't sleep or even find relief
Due to all the internal mental explosions
Those beautiful scarred souls
Who strive to celebrate their hard lives in any way they can
By truly trying to find a means of self-expression
Living righteously and always trying to give more
Those heroic figures we in here call the Maltese Decrees
For as we watch
It seems those gloriously brave tainted spirits are always unconsciously
Pulled and attracted to other broken ones
Always looking for kindred souls to uncover their hidden gates
And to open them up to a new world of bright lights and life-changing experiences
Using sacred love and compassion
Empathy and understanding
As some of their many holy keys of introspection
We all in here know those sacred keys simply represent invisible God-given tokens
Some of the Almighty's top degrees
In the university of life for the broken
But they don't
And it's so extraordinary to watch as they find new allies with such devotion
Two strangers finally coming together after getting in touch
Knowing their old worn emotional gates
Must be willingly reopened and walked through
So others can be let in for happiness to be harboured and clutched
As it creates a new safe haven where a three worded vow
Could possibly be exchanged and spoken which they may need so much
To help purge new or old demons
Which must be conquered through acts of self erosion
For by sharing an experience with that free thing called hope
With a new lover or friend
Your soul's chances of salvation or redemption
Could be enriched before you perish at your very end
Since through those acts of profound kindness
By finding the courage to welcome someone into your inner sanctum and in turn
Illuminating all your late-night prayers
You'll never need to kneel to pray
But instead eventually rise above all the labyrinths overrunning with sin
As they slowly appear each day
For that's why the Broken
Just love the Broken
For behind all those silent lines
Never spoken in any particular way
Lines hiding so carefully behind so many well-worn masks
Those that seem to know and be drawn to each other in the bustling crowds
Of life
Like moths to a flickering flame
Wherever they are
Maybe are always tasked to wander before Sister Love eventually appears
To hear the same tragic love poem of the Broken
Before finding a true soulmate
Whilst living life and trying to walk towards Mother Fate and all she brings
Whilst their lifes bells still rings
Getting forever wet but always stronger
In all its invisible rain called Emotional Pain
As they wait for a new light to shine
As they play lifes many eternal games with no names
Designed by Good Old Father Time
Copyright John Duffy
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