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It's like a habit, done unconsciously Do we even know, it is reactionary? This breathing out with varying intensities Could itself, be a tendency Says a lot---it could mean anything,  It could mean everything... Speaking becomes a choice, To hear, or not to hear one's voice.  There's a sigh of admission Or agreement...a signal of an ensuing confession, Rarely comes with a nod or a smile... We admire with a sigh Our eyes, a sparkle it could never hide, We give out a sigh of despair When hopelessness permeates the air. From disappointment, we frown Our shoulders are down, And when one is anxious, and wait-less Limbs are so restless Mind is unruly, followed usually  By a sigh of anxiety. When heart and mind have conceded A sigh of surrender has succeeded When what we see is beyond comprehension And we.....have run out of options... When the air is laced with sorrow We sigh, and then tears follow Because words refuse to flow A sigh is all that we can let go. We sense disrespect A snort, we usually expect As things, people, sometimes stray And we sigh in dismay. When what we feel we cannot utter We exhale...it feels so much better Sometimes, it is gentle...other times, violent Could be like a shout...or one so fervent... I ventured...thought of a lot more sighs, They could fill my page...I could run out of rhymes So I'm ending this poem with one...prolonged and high Acknowledging...that a sigh is not just a sigh, it holds words, actions suppressed, even ****** expressions, Confusing....at times, giving wrong impressions, Because...the true reason for the sigh  Is known, only to the one who sighs. Sally Copyright March 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
A SIGH
It's like a habit, done unconsciously Do we even know, it is reactionary? This breathing out with varying intensities Could itself, be a tendency Says a lot---it could mean anything,  It could mean everything... Speaking becomes a choice, To hear, or not to hear one's voice.  There's a sigh of admission Or agreement...a signal of an ensuing confession, Rarely comes with a nod or a smile... We admire with a sigh Our eyes, a sparkle it could never hide, We give out a sigh of despair When hopelessness permeates the air. From disappointment, we frown Our shoulders are down, And when one is anxious, and wait-less Limbs are so restless Mind is unruly, followed usually  By a sigh of anxiety. When heart and mind have conceded A sigh of surrender has succeeded When what we see is beyond comprehension And we.....have run out of options... When the air is laced with sorrow We sigh, and then tears follow Because words refuse to flow A sigh is all that we can let go. We sense disrespect A snort, we usually expect As things, people, sometimes stray And we sigh in dismay. When what we feel we cannot utter We exhale...it feels so much better Sometimes, it is gentle...other times, violent Could be like a shout...or one so fervent... I ventured...thought of a lot more sighs, They could fill my page...I could run out of rhymes So I'm ending this poem with one...prolonged and high Acknowledging...that a sigh is not just a sigh, it holds words, actions suppressed, even ****** expressions, Confusing....at times, giving wrong impressions, Because...the true reason for the sigh  Is known, only to the one who sighs. Sally Copyright March 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
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