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Still Unbroken

Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted road, shifting gears
Year after year, it's all or nothing.

But I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I've got
Ain't much left Lord, there's so much that's been stolen.
I guess I've lost everything I had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken.

Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel the spirit in my soul
There's something Lord I can't control
I'm never givin' up while I'm still breathin'.

Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin' through my veins
Like a river pourin' down into the ocean
I'm out here on the street
But I'm standin' on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
How the elements of nature and the strong will to survive during the tough times are connected.

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Comments (10)

mike7375
Like the way you think Revwhitewolf..keep on keeping on!beer
gnj4u
Hi, RevWhiteWolf,
Please keep your fine words flowing Like a river pourin' down into the ocean for us to swim in! Still alone, still alive, still unbroken.
RevWhiteWolf
Mike,

I'm Dublin born, so keeping on runs through my veins to my very soul. I couldn't be any other way. So glad you like it! hug

gnj4u,

Thank you so much for your kind words. I shall indeed keep the words flowing to the ocean. hug wine
freeatlast64847
Uplifting poem! Wild horses on the plain, still unbroken, still untamed... wine
sophiasummer
Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted road, shifting gears
Year after year, it's all or nothing.



Wow!I love your writing!
This is going to be one of my favorites of yours RevWhiteWolf...

It has such a brilliant pace and a longing rawness sweeps through every space of your words.
Saw the story, felt the story..
Remarkable!

And strength! as one must have!

Sophia
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Redex
I felt the spirit in YOUR soul in this wonderful versethumbs up
mike7375
Dublin born a? Sounds like the start of an interesting story. irish very happy
RevWhiteWolf
Sophie,

So glad you liked it! applause If you can, check out my other work, "Bad Actions and Hell-Bound". Some days I feel like an old car that's been stripped down and worked over, still runnin' though. wine

Mike,

I was one of a set of triplets that was born in Dublin to my Irish born father. I was the only one of the three to have survived. My other 5 siblings are all Dublin born as well.The poet, Philip Larkin was my dad's cousin and Big Jim Larkin was my dad's uncle. The Larkin name is not unknown.Poets,see-ers,warriors and clergy all a part of the Larkin name and lore. So the written word is as much a part of my soul as the Irish soil is beneath my feet. wine
jazzy75
Beautiful verse...and spirit :)
Dementia
great poem and very skillfully written....never give up while you're breathing....
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