#32, finally

Where did I leave off?  Oh.  I left off on August 1, with the intentions of being grateful.  Let's just say that  I am grateful for the blessings in my life, both the obvious stuff and the little stuff.  Life is good.

Prior to the gratitude journal that I never  pursued, I was polishing up what I think is poem #32.  Let's finish that job.

So far I had this: 

He is the bard of the broken
walking on shards of glass;
He gives voice to words nspoken,
releasing the ghosts of the past.

And I'm ending with this:

#32
The mute bard of the broken
walks on shards of glass;
He voices words unspoken,
to release the ghosts gone past.