The ruins of our lives still call us
Those voices in our minds
Won’t ever be quiet until we find
A way to return to the ruins
Maybe if we clean up the ashes
The pain will fade away
Perhaps that’s the price
We all need to pay
Maybe the ruins
Were only beginnings
Maybe ruins are meant
To cause a renewal
Perhaps the only way out
Is to return to the ruins
Overcome our demons
And rise from our ruins
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved
Walt's Writings 
Brilliant realizations, Walt!
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Thank you Susi 🙂
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I think we all have ruins we revisit from time to time…well done!
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Thank you 😊💛
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You’re welcome Walt.
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Beautiful and poignant. Our past has the power to either shape us for good or to destroy forever. It all depends on our perception.
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Thank you Megha. I will not allow my past or my present to dictate my future.
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Thanks Chuck!
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Amazing words, my friend.
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That means a lot, coming from you Bryan. Thank you!
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Sometimes the stages of our lives create the best poetry. Embrace the dark, but don’t let it carry you away. 😊💜
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It does carry me away, but it has no hold on me. 🙂 ❤
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Amen to that! 🙂 ❤
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😊💛
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This one sweeps globally, and definitely resonates.
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Thank you Wulf. I’m getting concerned that my writing is becoming more and more dark and dreary. I’m going through a “fuck it all stage” and just mentally and physically exhausted. I’ll be ok once I wrap my head around things and accept what seems to be my new normal. You’re a good friend Wulf and I appreciate you.
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It’s to be understood. I think you are doing all you can and handling it very well.
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Thank you.
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Thank you so much!
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