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Looking at myself at the mirror
I see a girl that's been hurt
Broken trusted and lost of faith
I see a flower that has not yet bloomed
Fragile thing she is

Questions upon questions she thinks
Rambling through her mind she's confused
By people she love that's so called to be her life
Tears flow down the creases of her face
As a lake flows down a gentle creek

To think she would be full of life
Be able to light up a room as she walks in
Warmth vibe to others that couldn't explain it
Beautiful life created by God himself
It's ...

Continuing to not just the inner
But outside image that I see true
Carving and shaping this shell body
Hoping it would help improve this person in front of me ...
Do I need to say more
 Jul 2017 Christine
Harry Roberts
Reaper, is he a keeper.
Or will you take him too.
Can I fall in love
Or will another door close.

Mr. Grim, please let me have him.
I can't see his eyes turn dull,
Skin turn grey.
I can't survive another loss.

Death, stealer of breath.
Let me have this one
Let me have Life this time -
Times never enough in your presence.
A little poem I thought I'd share with you )0(
 Jul 2017 Christine
Caitlyn Dee
i could live without you,
but that is something that would be hard to achieve
as if i wanted to succeed in something like forgetting about you
because you run laps around my head,
to the point where my brain has to stop you
just so your legs don't give out

i always told myself to not allow another human to become my happiness
but you make my heart so bright
kind of like i swallowed yellow paint,
but without all the toxic side effects

i was in a rut for awhile
but your touch made all the good come back to me
like it never left
and i felt okay on my own
but you made my okay burst into a thousand great's

and that's more than enough
you are more than enough
 Jul 2017 Christine
Twigzy
10th July 2017

To My Husband

As I watch your life, slipping away
We share all the things we want to say

We have time to reflect, encourage and love
To be grateful with warmth, to look beyond and above

We remember the good and laugh at the bad
And take time to listen and embrace the sad

It is a rich time, this time that we have
What has been, what is now, is what will be had

As your strength fades, and your eyes slowly dim
We look beyond the body you are in

When death approaches and your final breath taken
We know your spirit, will soar with elation

You will look at this world and say your goodbyes
And peace will take you as you pass through the sky’s

All the best for your journey
Your loving wife
My husband was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer we only had a few months to say goodby and make peace. It was the richest time of our marriage
 Jul 2017 Christine
Alex
Dawn
 Jul 2017 Christine
Alex
As the birds began to rise
To the sound of falling cones of the pine
Knocking along the bark of the trees,
I gazed up in silence
With a sort of ease;
The forest is so still
You can feel it echoing.
As the birds did arose they began to sing
Following along the ole piney rhythm.
Never have I heard of musicians so gifted,
Never can a man write a song that’s so sweet
 Jul 2017 Christine
Xyns
Have you tasted the salt in the air?
Blown with wind,
Love, this tension hasn't given in.

Can you feel the sharpness in the air?
The desperate stinging wind,
Like knives, it cuts, it wounds the skin.

Did you hear my name in the air?
Fate whispered in your ear,
Sadly, you fled, riddled with fear.

Do you smell the musk in the air?
"A cavity in my chest"
I see you know that phrase best.

Could you feel the loss in the air?
As you looked in my eyes,
And let my reality be based in lies.

...
And will you miss me, dear,
Once you notice I'm no longer here?
 Jul 2017 Christine
Shylah S
no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.
So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)
 Jul 2017 Christine
nora
Weak
 Jul 2017 Christine
nora
they tell you it's a weakness to cry
advise you to keep your hurt inside
you foolishly believe their earnest claims
and fold in on yourself in vain
I've just been feeling some things :)
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