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Erica Gould Poem
I followed in your footsteps as you walked.
My small feet fit inside them.
You were big and strong like superman,
But you didn't scare away the monsters
That kept me awake at night.
Your voice,
Never the one to lull me to sleep
with stories of princesses and happy endings.
Emotions were hidden,
Forbidden to surface.
I used to sit and wonder,
What I had done for you to shut me out.
A little girl,
Trying to fit into a mans' world.
But my feet were too small,
And I was not a boy
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2009
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It's always been an outlet,
To help me deal with pain.
Had it not discovered me,
I would have gone insane.
It let me vent my feelings.
It helped me look inside.
It let me have emotions
I didn't have to hide.
I could put it all in words.
Release it, with a pen.
And If I wished, revisit it,
Every now and then.
If writing had not found me,
Who knows where I would be.
I never would've walked this path.
I just would not be me.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
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The sun on my horizon,
My everlasting light,
The needle of my compass,
My northern star at night,
The pillow where I lay my head,
The quilt that keeps me warm,
An umbrella for when it's raining
My shelter in the storm,
The angel on my shoulder,
Who guides me in the dark,
The arms that keep me safe,
The keeper of my heart,
The wind that lifts me up,
The wings that let me soar,
I find that each and every day,
I love you even more.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2009
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Erica Gould Poem
You say you don't play favorites,
That he gets judged harder for being your son.
I tell you I see him watch movies every day,
While his work is not getting done.
You counter with "But what do I say to that,"
"When he comes to me and says"
"Dad when I walk by, the girls are always on Facebook."
You recline a little in your chair and shrug. "That's just the way it is"
I get that the he said, she said ties your hands.
But my computer, faces the wall,
So unless he was sitting in my lap,
My desk top isn't visible passerby's at all.
It should be obvious that he lied to you,
but your familial ties have made you blind.
Instead of looking at who he really is,
You cling to warped image you've created of him in your mind.
Your company, has repeatedly voiced concerns,
Nothing gets done, though our complaints are all the same.
Would our troubles carry clout,
If you didn't share the same last name?
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2015
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I'm not sure how much more of this I can take,
At any given moment, I may break.
It's harder than I thought, to watch you die.
I say "I'm good", but it's just a lie.
Every visit, leaves me broken.
With every jumbled sentence spoken,
You fight so hard, to maintain your grip.
Even still, I watch you slip.
I'll laugh and smile, as long as I can,
But I am not as strong as you think I am
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2011
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With a broken heart,
I say goodbye to you Jess,
May you rest in peace.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
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Erica Gould Poem
Well I went to the movies,
To see Beauty and Beast, in 3D.
And before I even sat down,
Belle truely shocked me.
There she was in person,
But the kids just walked on by,
Ushered by their parents,
I began to wonder why.
So I looked a little closer,
And it didn't take me long,
As little girls ran away in fear,
I then knew what was wrong.
Belle was very stalky,
Calloused, were her hands,
And when I heard the "princess" speak,
I knew she was a man.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
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Natures own delight.
A beautiful end to night.
Simply breath taking.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2011
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A raging river,
Cutting through the canyon walls,
As it carves a path
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
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Erica Gould Poem
I know that 21 is young,
But inside,
I feel so old.
I've always had to be the adult.
I've never felt my age.
My friends,
Have no problems cutting loose.
They tell me to relax.
I envy their ability to go with the flow.
But too much is at steak for me.
They pay for courses they don't like,
Trial by error.
While I'm,
Planning for retirement.
I know I'm only 21
But age is just a number.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
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