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Emily Roberts Poem
Deep inside me,
A little girl is standing,
Inside my black stone heart.
Freezing, lonely and looking for love.
The love she was promised,
The love she started this life with.
Still she stands
Still she looks
Protected by this armour,
That I built for her,
That I built for us.
'The love is here!' I exclaim,
'Look around'
'Let it in!'
The girl doesn't hear.
She sits down,
Puts her head on her knees.
Still she sits
If only she would look!
She would see the love banging at the black door
Desperate to get in
Copyright © Emily Roberts | Year Posted 2024
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Emily Roberts Poem
The sudden silence of life after you.
Where did you go to, what will you do?
The seasons are turning - the trees change their clothes,
But you're stuck in August - suits you best I suppose.
For August is Yellow,
For Sunshine and bees.
For Joy in the simple
For Music in breeze.
Now the storms are outside and here in my home,
I still hear your laugh, in the wind - but on loan.
The sudden silence of grief is Blue.
Where did you go to, what will I do?
Copyright © Emily Roberts | Year Posted 2024
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Emily Roberts Poem
Why do I write as though someone will see?
Why can't I let,
My journal roam free?
(I'm not really me).
What do I fear,
What do I hide?
The damp darkness deep inside?
The sea of spaghetti,
Where my brain should be,
Says 'isn't it simple'?
Be Real, Be Free.
Copyright © Emily Roberts | Year Posted 2024
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