The strength I hold
May the piteous laughter of sorrowful glee,
Run from the rage of strength I hold.
Flee.
For I am nothing but bold.
She knew who she was
She knew who she was.
And she was proud of that.
She knew who she was,
Among the big vast ocean
Of space in the dark.
Among the brightest of light
Of the sun that shines -
She knew who she was.
And she was proud of that.
She knew who she was,
Like the soft fragile wine glass,
that glistened when you
Pour that beautiful red wine
Listen to it splish -
And splash, only for the drink-
er, to spit it all
Out and drink again because,
It was simply fun -
She knew who she was.
And she was proud of that.
She knew who she was,
Day in and night out when the
People at school kept
Saying how great a daughter
She was to her mum,
Like the soaring eagle up
There flying in its
glory but you don't stop to
Wonder what it thinks -
She knew who she was.
And she was proud of that.
She knew who she was,
Day out and night in when the
People at home kept,
saying how dumb and ugly,
she was to her fam-
ily like that dark hollow
stone you found in your
yard that turned out to have a
family of snails
Flying out of your grasp then -
She knew who she was.
And she was proud of that.
She knew who she was,
Or did she really know or -
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Poetry On Emotions 2
PoetrySecond book with unpublished poems from the first book I wrote a few years ago: Poetry On Emotions.
