To Be Proud
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I am so proud of me and that is not conceit,
for I have crawled too many times from great despair;
climbing from dark pits of nothingness to defeat,
weep, weeping, whispering a heavenly prayer.
For I have crawled too many times from great despair,
I now use my learned skill of writing to let go;
weep, weeping, whispering a heavenly prayer,
sharing experiences caresses my woe.
I now use my learned skill of writing to let go,
dark death found me young taking my sister away;
sharing experiences caresses my woe,
my family just names engraved in a stone grey.
Dark death found me young taking my sister away,
I have been humbled and have found my sublime peace;
my family just names engraved in a stone grey,
but in my heart forever lost love has a piece.
I have been humbled and have found my sublime peace,
climbing from dark pits of nothingness of defeat;
but in my heart forever lost love has a piece,
I am so proud of me and that is not conceit.
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January 24, 2021
Poetry/Pantoum/To Be Proud
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1323-491-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Proud Pantoum
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 27/02/2021
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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