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an0nym0us Sep 2018
Turns my smile into frown...
Anxiety, I'm drowning deep down.
A voice deep within,
Another face that hides within.

Acceptance of the fact,
In denial of the truth.
Keeping thy self low,
Feelings, I am willing to throw.

My apologies,
If only I can put an end to this,
I can't find inner peace
With fate being such a tease...

I have so much respect for you
What I feel is true
All I speek is absolute
Reason for many to salute.
*sigh*
Angie Jul 2018
Oh…Human’s heart is not like steel,
No matter what some people say.
We bend, we fall. Loss makes us kneel
And turns all colors into grey.

We know the grief that never passes
After we lose someone so dear…
Our hearts (like empty crystal glasses)
Are filled by life with pain and fear.

We’re looking for some quiet shelter
To hide and wait; may time decide
When all this noisy, senseless welter
Will lose its strength and will subside.

Enduring loss is probably the hardest art.
We learn to master it through pain.
But truth is written in our aching heart:
We’ll heal and rise to live and love again.

‘cause if there’s love, if memories remain,
Our guardians will all be nearby!
Realization’s growing, grain by grain -
The ones we love... They never, ever die.
we are gifted great energy that is a strength

once we learn the power of endurance

we equal the balance of the energies

as the weight of the world can be lifted.

learning takes time

often the graduation from learning is called maturity

growing older is part of the process

from youth, we fear to become older due to the unknown

however, so fears melt
once they melt when we go through them

and we are grown.

admiration to those skilled and learned to thrive

are called “senior citizens.*

one who is stronger will be shown

the path to safety

through the building of  strength

These blocks that build into eternity.

i have grown older and earned such accreditations

to the strengths of the energies that build a better pathway

in life

we thrive to know another season has been conquered

by our inner maturity

to bond together
as energies due
both of   us strengthens.
Andrea Kelley Feb 2017
She took the beatings, the
Blood smearing her skin
Took the lashings, and the slaps,
And hid her grin
The first time a man gripped her thighs,
Ripped them apart, and forced his way
Past her heart, numbing her to love,
Then threw her away
Numbed down deep to her soul,
She almost broke, almost cried,
Almost tied the knot tight, and
Almost,
almost,
almost died
She gave birth to generations
Told them her stories and
Unto them she bequeathed
All her spirit and her worries
She reached past the pain,
Pushed past the slaked lust
Turned herself inside out
Despite the bruises and distrust
She built her walls high,
Enough to endure the storms life
Somehow thought she could survive
And relished a calm from the strife
A destiny couldn’t be resisted
Nevertheless, she persisted
dedicated to any one who identifies as woman and has been told to shut up
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