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The Unbecoming

She unrolled her thick dark mane silver streaks highlighted it the wind tossed it in disarray while she beat her chest in aghast the sound of which could be heard far and wide the tears came down relentlessly creating rivers that had no shores she took all of her possessions which she had sowed and left debris in her wake This was an awakening not to be taken lightly for she knew the switch lay at her finger tips Her heart was being ripped out but no one could take her soul.

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/24/2020 4:15:00 AM

- Congratulations on your win, Carol ... I remember how exciting it was to post my first poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Carol Mitra
Date: 8/24/2020 4:27:00 AM

Thank you....yes I was exited and sad too as the city I was born and grew up in was hit by a cyclone...and a lot of destruction took place.

Silent One

Date: 8/24/2020 2:50:00 AM

A deeply emotive first post and very good first post... This was not really a contest, it was an opportunity to showcase your first poem and I am glad you entered. Thank you.

Carol Mitra
Date: 8/24/2020 4:23:00 AM

Thanks you...much appreciated, I wrote this poem when the city that I was born in was hit by a cyclone and a lot of destruction of lives and trees took place.

Marcus Lattimore

Date: 6/1/2020 12:27:00 PM

Awesome message. Thanks for the reminder.

Carol Mitra
Date: 6/1/2020 12:49:00 PM

Thank you, your welcome.

Arturo Michael

Date: 5/27/2020 8:19:00 PM

Good message...no one can take her soul...

Carol Mitra
Date: 6/2/2020 7:50:00 AM

True....the soul is all of you.