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Nov 2023
I sometimes catch me thinking
Of days that were full of fire
I was, maybe, alone - not lonely
In sleepless nights of desires

I remember when words flowed free
And I proudly signed my poems
They were brazen, brave or broken
Some fears unknown and known

I found someone to anchor
An alien feeling seeped
Sunshine and meadows aside
I finally found some sleep

Content in my new comfort
I wrote my judgements raw
Till they ripped the bandaid off
Exposed my secret flaws

No longer a closet poet
They read every truth I wrote
Should I be ashamed, I don't know
But I stopped then for us both

Years have gone by living
And I have no memories to keep
Living at a prolonged ellipsis
I have lost a bit of me

I cannot be true to myself
So I cannot bear to write
Some day I will find courage
Tell me, do I have the fight?
A struggling poet - too uncomfortable in an overexposed world
Clare
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Clare  Bangalore
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