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Sometimes
the sweetest things
in life
are artificial
...
Yum.
 Mar 2020 Josephine Wilea
alexa
been through too much,

dealt with too little.
i cant cope with much anymore. i’m almost numb; desensitized, if you will.
Ah, yeah, there it is...
It's been years; too long.
The memory has faded,
But the desire remains.

It's that feeling I've missed;
Such sweet, silent songs,
Such emotions debated,
No more clouds in my brain.

Just a painless, empty bliss.
I can smile, and fantasize,
And feel the warm sun's kiss
As I breathe and close my eyes.

Such a blanket never sewn,
Can bring me this warmth.
Confidence I've never known,
And some feeling of worth.

Finally,  I belong!
I'm here! Can you see me?
Nothing's wrong; not now,
I can just stand here, and BE.

Tonight, when they watch me,
Their eyes open in wonder,
I shall stand and deliver,
And quiver no more.

I am here.  I exist.
And I am not afraid.
A poem I've been waiting years to write. Today,  I deliver a presentation for my master's class. Wish me luck.
I pour my emotions
onto whatever will take them
and then, when they evaporate
they form clouds

eventually
they will get too heavy
and  I will
r a i n
when you can't hold it in any longer
Her passion was life
Her agony was divine
Her choice was death
Joan of Arc (1412-1431)
 Mar 2020 Josephine Wilea
unknown
Pain always there
somewhere in our heart
waiting for us to let it go.
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