My pain is a delicate globe, carefully held between my hands.
I will use it to channel energy, sharpen focus, and to change.
My sorrow is nudging me. Am I listening?
Speak! I am here, my eyes can see, my ears can hear. My soul can feel.
I hear you. I am not afraid.
Sadness open the way! Lead me and I will go.
I have no right to feel as black as I do
I have no right to see no light
When birds sing me awake
After a quiet night
I have no right.
Give me poetry when I start to drown
Into the abyss of my internal distress
Wrap me in words when rain soaks my
Humor until there is none left
Poetry!
My longing, my heartache, my desire
My loss
Be my water
Cleanse me from head to toe
I need you
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No regrets
Since I leaned across
And whispered in your ear
No regrets
For every touch
And all falling tears
No regrets
For every word
That echoed thoughts of you
No regrets
For ever loving you
No regrets
If only this were true
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How will you respond
What will you do?
When times they change
And leave you blue
What will you do
Where will you go?
When rains start to fall
Doubt begins to grow
What will you do
What will you say?
When clouds darken
Morning turns to grey
What will you do
What will to say
Where will you go
When troubles –
When troubles
Come your way?
I define my own narrative. I am not defined by others thoughts of who I am and what I can do. I will take my own chances and risks. An opportunity will arise. It has to. And it will.
I believe. I have faith. I trust.
There were times I loved you
There were times I feared
There were times I knew to quickly
Disappear
There were tears and smiles and hugs
And joy
There were all the gifts you bought to share
You were my dad, the father I knew
And now you are gone, my sorrow is strong
I remember your hugs, your voice and your
Care
I am your daughter, your flesh and your
Song.
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