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In My Soul
When I was a teenager
Nothing seemed to be fair
So I rebelled
And I dyed my hair
It was as black as a moonless Halloween night
Which echoed my spirit to my poor parents fright
My days spun listlessly in an endless slog
My core boiled and bubbled up
infected soup of smog
Throughout my journey many feelings lingered
Handicapped by sensations
my life it hindered
Weak and fragile
Consumed with the pain
Inadequate and hopeless
An incessant drain
But something was brewing deep down within
A burst of emotions
But where to begin?
A jumble of words spat onto the page
Some words were woeful and some were pure rage
Allowing stanzas to unravel
I let the rhymes and verse unroll
For I found passion in my heart
Amid poetry in my soul
Copyright ©
Elaine Perrin
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