Dear Me
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I have something to say to me,
the child within I can still see;
sad that the beginning was bad,
and I have wandered a nomad,
lost in my mind on this journey;
where death has stolen the beauty.
Yet, through the grief something was born,
into the soul of a girl forlorn;
the gift of the pen was given,
so, I take all that is broken . . .
All the sorrow and all the pain,
all the hurt that is my vast chain;
and to the child in me - let it go,
surrender- let it drift and flow.
To this woman, I am now,
to me, and right now, I will vow;
that I will live in the moment,
letting go of each sad fragment,
each dagger into my scarred heart
the past, the present- always apart . . .
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October 16, 2017
Rhyme/Dear Me
Copyright Protected, ID 950087
Written for the contest, What Child Is This
sponsor, Craig Cornish
Ninth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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