Everytime my heart sings a tune
And the sound comes out tortured
Everytime my pen writes a poem
And the words come out twisted
I die a little
Everytime I extend my hand of friendship
And it gets slapped down in disdain
Everytime I spread the gospel of love
And it gets shouted down
I die a little
Everytime I communicate across the divide
And I am misunderstood
Everytime I want to embrace one who disagrees
And I am pushed back
I die a little
Everytime I die a little, scarred and hurt
And the heart weeps silently
Everytime I spring back like the phoenix
And I resolve to keep on trying
I am thankful to be living
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Fleeting Muse 
Beautiful! Happy Thanksgiving to you and the family!
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Thanks Kunal. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
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The Phoenix never dies no matter how many times it gets burnt, it keeps rising. I like this 🙂
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Glad that you liked it.
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I like the image of the Phoenix here, rising above it, continuing to try. Thanks, and happy Turkey Day to you too (a bit late). 🙂
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Thanks Joan.
Had a great Thanksgiving yesterday. Relaxing day today. Just finished a poem, “Day AfterThanksgiving” to be posted in a few minutes.
Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We may not realize it, but we have many reasons to be thankful.
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