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Monday, December 2

I'm sorry I cannot quiet your mind
like the lies screaming from the
box before your bed.
I'm sorry the channel flipping
silences your past
while my face wakes up
the past you never wanted.
I only wanted to be heard
and you wanted to be alone.
Who do I choose to care for?
You or me?
People ask me if I want children.
I've already raised myself,
And cannot repeat the process.
I'm not angry. Or Bitter.
I find power in independence.
I just wish I didn't have to.

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11 comments:

  1. SigneDecember 2, 2013 at 5:12 PM

    Beautiful writing, I love the pic!

    aclassystateofgrace.blogspot.com

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  2. Elizabeth (Liz) HovleyDecember 2, 2013 at 7:32 PM

    Agreed

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  3. priscillaDecember 3, 2013 at 6:52 AM

    your writing is just amazing.
    xoxo
    living-over-the-rainbow.blogspot.com

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  4. DDecember 3, 2013 at 9:10 AM

    the last two lines are perfect.

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  5. AnonymousDecember 3, 2013 at 11:20 AM

    i love this--beautiful AND relate-able. the illustration is perfect as well.

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  6. Purple AssassinDecember 4, 2013 at 2:33 AM

    one of the best poems I've ever read. Seriously.

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  7. NikiDecember 4, 2013 at 3:55 AM

    ''I find power in independence.I just wish I didn't have to.''
    beautiful and unbelievably true.xx

    dreaming is believing

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  8. RyanDecember 4, 2013 at 7:37 AM

    I think it's unanimous, the last two lines there killed it! Great writing.

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  9. UnknownDecember 4, 2013 at 8:28 PM

    yeap, those last two lines...girl, you're my new anais nin or something.,..this is deep!

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  10. shayla.December 5, 2013 at 11:40 PM

    that photograph is AMAZING. and i am in love with your writing!

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Thank you for your words; they light a fire in my heart. You are lovely.

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