In the past, she disrobed
Exposed her nakedness, bared her soul
Some judged her, their disdain probed
Others accepted her, made her feel whole
As she wept, vulnerable and frail
She pleaded for aid from those who cared
But those who embraced her, their efforts paled
For they only saw her body, not the heart bared
Reflecting on her past, she then knew
She had failed to see them too
Blinded by her own pain and rue
She did nothing but withhold judgment anew.
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From The Pages of My Soul
ПоэзияA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
