Constance La France Poet Free verse

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
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For the contest, Introspective
sponsor, Lewis Raynes

First Place

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Freddie Robinson Jr. May 30, 2017 at 4:02 PM Very touching and moving poem, BW. You expressed your feelings so well that my heart cried, then laughed, cried again, then leaped overjoyed. Such wonderful thoughts of yourself you shared. Ty, dear sister-friend. Love always.

Andrea Dietrich May 24, 2017 at 1:21 AM Wonderful, Constance. A pedestal win for a gem! (your endings are always so great too.)

Funom Makama May 20, 2017 at 12:53 PM This is excellent, precised and highly intellectual. A huge 7 for me.

Kai Michael Neumann May 18, 2017 at 9:30 AM Wow, wow and wow. The words, the passion, the courage and the conclusion, that all your sorrows made you a poet. Humble congratulations and respect. Kai

Carole Duet May 16, 2017 at 1:22 PM I can so relate to your experiences, Broken Wings. Someone once said, "A tear is a poem, a healer, a teacher" and it is so true. Congrats on winning the contest.

Dean Wood May 16, 2017 at 8:54 AM Wow! Beautiful poem Wings! Thank you for sharing, I for one am glad to know you if only through your poetry. - Dean

Saranya Sridharan May 16, 2017 at 12:42 AM It is very true. I realize the feel . Good one

Lewis Raynes May 16, 2017 at 12:33 AM Beautiful , loved every bit of this.

Russell Sivey May 15, 2017 at 6:00 AM You are still writing beautiful poetry! I enjoy reading your introspective works of art! I understand the pain, though not yours personally, but pain nonetheless! This poem rang true to me, and let me see a little about myself even! I loved reading this exquisite piece! Thank you for sharing it with us!