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I have learned what to say

And how I must appear

I paint the smiles on my face

Avoid conversations I do not want to hear

Every day serves as a reminder

Is that not enough to endure

I do not like what has been changed

Or who I am becoming

The only thing that remains, is the hurt

Nothing is as it should be to me

I never expected this

That life would be so caustic

I cannot shut off what I feel

It is the only thing proving this… is real

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published October 4, 2022October 4, 2022