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Soulful Words of Woe
"Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves dashing roar, There I would weep my woes, There seek my last repose . . ." Robert Burns _Had I A Cave __________________ The journey of my life has been tangled, from a young child I have known death; it made me a child in a quiet world, lost in my imagination. In an attic room I played with my dolls, my best friends were a teddy bear; and an all white Christmas cat called Snowball, I liked to write stories for them. Not sure when exactly I found my Muse, seems he has always been with me; and with each death I sank deeper- deeper, into a lovely, dreamy place. And when I am hurt I still travel there, where in my mind I create words; that fall on pages to create poems, I pour out all my woes and hurts. I thought that my introvert ways a flaw, until it became my asset; for in an attic a poet was born, and in quietness I now love to dwell. I will write 'til I cannot hold a pen. and when too frail I will still write; my last poems will be locked in my mind, in death all my woes and hurts- gone. ________________________ October 25, 2021 Poetry/Verse/Soulful Words of Woe Copyright Protected, ID 10-1400-648-25 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
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