She has forbidden
the luxury of tears.
She refuses to allow
her eyes to cry.
Alone in her room,
she knows no-one
will come, she'll do it
herself, she always has.
Stubborn independence
such a hard habit to break,
Grit teeth defiance as to
protect me she says,
'It's only pain, I don't mind.
Don't worry, I won't die.'
Eyes dead ahead she lifts
two fingers to the face of
this life impediment, smiling
triumphant with each breath.
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PoetryPoetry written many years ago. I found my voice and lost it. As a step towards recovering my voice I decided to share these poems.
