Stronger StillA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenStronger Still I am no oil painting, but the pigment life has layered upon my soul forms the me I am. But on my canvas different artists have tried their hand, so I am not a Picasso, Goya or a Rembrandt. I have my own signature, my own unique brush stroke. I am constructed of scars laid down by each torn dream. And as each wound heals my once soft skin hardens, till leather like, I can withstand the pain. I no longer feel each and every lash and when the punishment is over I walk away; stronger still. 19th July 2010 © 2012 John Alexander McFadyen
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1 Review Added on August 5, 2012 Last Updated on August 5, 2012 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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