My Introspective Thoughts
Since a girl-
I have been sensitive
hiding behind mother was my place to be
my eyes were deep pools of sadness
brown swirls of sorrow
words said effected me too much
I could not brush them off-
that was not me . . .
I just went within
with my imagination making up stories
I would read books in a secret attic corner
at night I told my kitty- my sadness
father taught me about nature and I loved
wandering the forest all alone
I saw things that touched my soul
a little baby bird
young squirrels playing
nature growing
streams flowing
green lush vines creeping . . .
this is where I still find my peace
my tranquility-
as a young woman I remain quiet- often alone
in my silent world
words said still scar my heart and soul, and
for some reason my life has been a tangled path
a ravaged garden washed with death
I have lost everyone I ever loved-
but I treasure sweet moments of sublime beauty lived
and in the end my sorrow is
a blessing . . .
for it has made me the poet, and words
drip from my pen to create poems
yet in the mirror, I often see
that frightened, sad little girl looking at me . . .
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May 15, 2017
Free Verse/My Introspective Thoughts
Copyright Protected, ID 900506
For the contest, Introspective
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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