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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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Darling, you long to feel nothing at all And I desire to be freeofweakness. When you are shoved, you refuse to fall, And when you are accused, you do not allow rest.
I, too, am guilty of such sin But learning by chance is what it takes. On your knees and you refuse to scrape your chin; When inside, you refuse to close the drapes.
Like a ring on my finger You tighten my core. Squeezing out the blood until numbness lingers But when you're gone you leave my very heart sore.
You refuse to show the truth Hidden behind the curtain of smiles. I find myself fuming, and my words become loose. Oh dear, what is hidden among your classified files?
Pulling teeth from your jaw And yanking hair from your scalp— I am bitter and angry with your perfect flaws. Why must I be the first to reach out for help?
Skinned to the bone and you will still be mighty, Chest high and gaze solid on the horizon. Even the wildest fire cannot knock down a baobab tree. Within yourself you have found your zen.
Sweet petals of skin, you are not yet aware. Innocent to life and new to this path. You shall find yourself among the clouds of despair, For we all soon learn that "pride is before a crash." — (Inspired by Proverbs 16:18)
