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Nov 2014
She swallowed his words with ease,
allowing the harsh,
unpalatable words slip into her,
without any jarring to her senses.
She fears the day of lashing back,
from all the pain incurred.

A cycle unable to be broken;
Wish. Pray. Dream.
Everything you learn to do as a little girl,
a little child.
They were failing on her.

Not noticing one thing that
might make that difference,
Something she lacked all her life.
Faith in her wishes, prayers, dreams.
Faith that she can spit out his words,
blend them to grinds,
insignificant as they will always be.

She wasn’t strong,
pretending to not feel pain.
She wasn’t strong,
allowing those harsh, unpalatable words sit in her mind;
creating a home for corruption,
wasting away her insides.
She turned towards faith.

Faith, allowing the harsh, unpalatable words
build up coal inside,
not hesitating to spark fire,
and lash his soul into frenzy.
Faith, making her
wishes, prayers, dreams
never fail again.
bringing out strength she never knew she had.
I have never seriously written poetry, but I would love to get some feedback and thoughts on my poems.  If this doesn't make sense then I am sorry, it makes sense in my mind lol.
Thanks in advance! :)
Nadya Abdul
Written by
Nadya Abdul  NYC
     Jenni, Nicole and Harley Hucof
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