As weak as I am,
As strong as I seem
I dress up with words,
That fit my needs
So
You’ll never quite know,
What I’m really about
A facade of persona,
That you’ll never doubt
I’ll be a pillar when,
Inside I’ve crumbled
Calm, cool,
When my head screams and cries
Fine, when I know an unjust was done
Diplomatic when,
I’m raging inside
You will hear how beautiful life can be,
As I try my own self to convince
I write without, hesitation of hope,
Words of belief,
Are scribbled,
With nary a wince
Our lines, our stanzas,
Our poems of life
We instill faith,
For those who read
While inside we are really calling out,
For ourselves to also believe
Written with true acceptance of ones self. Beautiful!
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Thanks, Dennis. Funny what starts with just one line in the head 😉
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🙂 That’s all it takes, a thought, a word, a feeling. The rest flows from the heart.
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This is Truly Beautiful, Heather 🙂 ❤
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So is your visit, Morgan. Thank you 🙂
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Truly insightful as usual, Heather. I’ve believed words into children others believed would never speak. Sometimes the magic happens 🙂
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When someone like you is their angel, yes 🙂
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The poet’s words are never true or false; merely the reflection of the Light from the angle the poet is toward the Sun . . .
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Could never be expressed more perfectly, Peter. A good reminder…
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Always SO beautiful! 🙂
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Always SO kind 🙂
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The reflection of the writer’s soul is not to be judged, or critiqued, but merely accepted as the shade of the truth with which God blessed that day the writers pen. 🙂
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Is this your own quote d???????? If so, it should go viral. That is so very beautiful and warming. I can say I don’t think I have ever heard anything so consoling. hugs!!!!!
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Yes (he says as his face turns 10 shades of red), every now and then I get particularly verbose. It’s an ailment I have suffered from ever since I was a young lad living completely separated from other people. Perhaps I read too much. Some people say I’m a Romantic, and they never mean it in a good way. Sorry if I went overboard, I often do without meaning to. 😦
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omg!!!!! NO!!! You didn’t…and you’ll see that in just a few minutes 😉
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PLEASE, say you’re not going to nominate me for anything. I really don’t do awards, and I don’t want to turn down one of my FAVORITE poets. 🙂
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No worries…I don’t do them either 😉
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That was an incredible read
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Thank you, bjs! And welcome at the same time. I much appreciate the follow 🙂
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