Sunday, September 30, 2018

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I don’t know what I want to say today. Words form my world, words I read, words I say, words I type. Yet today my words seem to be failing me. 7 years ago, when my world came to standstill words were my salvation. I wrote letters to my daughter like a maniac, staring into her isolate, holding her tiny hand, my words were my respite. I have never shared those words with another soul, not even completely with my husband. They are for her only, when she is old enough to understand. Almost 13yrs ago, when another rock came hurling at my family, I turned to words. Yet today, my words fail me. Perhaps this poetry will soothe my soul for tonight....

It feels like a craving
A heady rush
The need debilitating 
Yet indescribable 

How do I explain my angst
To those that turn deaf
I don’t want riches
I merely want words

Life feels incomplete
Even as I jump and twirl
I laugh with abandon
Yet inside I feel alone

Part of the joy of giving
Is seeing others happy
I am not like the giving tree
Ready to burn down till I am no more

How do I balance
Me and my world
Every time I try
I get pushed back some more

Hope is eternal
A woman’s strength is too
No matter what faces me
I will forge through...

My will is not iron
It is pliable yet strong
I focus on my world
My will is to survive

Each step ahead
A tiny measure of confidence
No matter what lies ahead
I lead chin up and straight ahead..

- Angela A Vincent
@4.38p Sep 30

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