For the first time in months I find myself wide awake,
with worries in my mind and a heavy heart.
Wanting to reach out to the unforgivable, unattainable yearning that was allegedly forgotten and made a stranger to me
I now feel holding me.
Gripping my being with a cold embrace I know all too well, but bury deep.
Far beneath my surface so none of you will ever see that which is me.
That which is an abomination,
a shame to let fly from my lips these feelings,
so here I am.
Me and my pen alone once more,
for another non judgmental session where I lay out my thoughts...
without embarrassment.
Where I allow my heavy heart to leak from my eyes,
where I let my tears meet my obsession,
meshing into blurred ink.
Here is where I stand,
this is my confession. |
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I've always loved your poetry. Relatable, sort of a 'stream of consciousness' feel to it. It's magnetic... So....if u don't still hate my guts, give me a call or email me. (773) 678-5457 or shiqdenise@gmail.com. Even if you don't call/email me, I still love ya hun :)
ReplyDeleteHi, thank you very much. I'm VERY occupied now days, just now seeing this and give me sometime. I don't hate you, I'll give you a call sometime..
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