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Best Poems Written by Tracy Mcbride

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My Reality

I’ve lived and I’ve loved or so I thought,
came out broken, beaten and battered.
A false embrace a kiss of lies,
All loves games I bought.

Tried to be just who I am,
Not one would care to ease.
Friends, family or chosen mate,
Would bring me to my knees

Shut my mouth to obstruct the blow,
The Anger, fury and wrath,
The Inevitable Invisible tears will follow 
Down the well known well lit path.

Gone is my spirit my wings my will,
Life no longer has meaning, only evil
No reason for happiness, to laugh or smile
The bruises will fade from a life so vile.

I’ve tried to be strong, I’ve tried to endure,
But the cracks in my heart are too deep to cure.
Every smile forced, every tear unseen
the battle recurs of a war routine

Shrink to the floor to block the blows,
The venom, the anger, the fury that grows
The bruises they fade, but the pain never goes,
I waste in the ashes feel my will decompose.

A life once lived, a soul once whole,
lost in the darkness of my own swallowed soul
No hope for a future, no light in the dark,
Just a lonely heart shattered, too broken to spark.

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Ephemeral Grace

Solace, heaven’s temporal embrace,
A fleeting transcendence in time,
A breath lost on a breeze’s kiss,
An eternal moment, yet sublime.

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monster

Daylight. Thank God. The monster comes at night.
For now, I shake the strings loose,
And try with my whole might.

Reflections of the night before—
My eyes are swollen shut,
Bruises, scars, maybe broken bones.
Don’t show you’ve had enough.

The mirror reflects the bruises;
I stare a bit too long.  
The monster's wrath shows on my face.
Stay strong, girl. Stay strong.

I will get through another day,
As unsettled as I am.
This zombie must move on,
Or there’ll be hell to pay.

Wait until he leaves for work.
Get your thoughts together.
Grab your things, walk out the door—
The shelter awaits, your chance to weather.

That first breath—oh God, I’m free.
All I need, I leave behind; life is in front of me.
He’s looking for me, asking around—
Why won’t he let me be?

He 'owns me,' he often said.
Nobody else would want me.
I’m ugly, fat, and too dumb to know—
His words keep bouncing in my head.
Will I ever be free of them?

Numb as I lay here
In this overcrowded unfamiliar place
I close my eyes and realize 
For the first time I’m actually safe.

Turmoil begins inside me,
My thoughts are tug of war
Should I stay here any longer
Or return to him once more?

I’m weak. No, I’m strong!
I can do this on my own.
The bruises, the scars, the marks will fade,
What about the ones inside my head?

I dream of days when I’m not afraid.
I’m still so haunted by it all,
His words still own my mind, 
But he no longer owns my soul.

Days pass, weeks and months,
The shadows won’t leave,
But the fear has slightly faded,
As happiness and laughter weave.

I’m standing on the shore of my brand new life
watching the waves of old,
Each one reminds me how far I’ve come
The courage and strength I now hold.

My past still echoes,
But it won’t define me anymore.
I’ve found peace, I’ve found my voice,
And I’ll never return to that door.

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When We Say Goodbye

When we say goodbye,
Time will not stand still.
Life moves on as it always has,
Forsaking my own will.

Don’t try to feel sad—
I’ll know it’s all a lie.
You didn’t love me while alive;
Don’t pretend to care when I die.

I was a burden to so many,
In my youth and old age.
I’d rather go out quietly
Than force a false stage.

No speeches, no flowers,
No tears you think you owe—
Let silence write my ending
In the language that I know.

Let the quiet be my witness,
Let the wind recite my name.
You don’t get to rewrite my story—
You were the ones who brought the shame.

I begged for scraps of kindness,
You served me guilt and blame.
Now you want to call it love?
That’s cruelty dressed in shame.

You want forgiveness at my grave?
You had your chance in life.
I needed warmth; you gave me wounds—
And then you handed me the knife.

You taught me love meant silence,
Obedience, and fear.
That screaming wasn’t ladylike,
That pain should disappear.

You mocked the child I was inside,
Dismissed the woman I became.
And now you’ll dress in black and cry,
To ease your guilt and shame?

You think a eulogy can fix it?
You think God forgets like you?
I may be dust beneath your feet,
But I know everything you do.

Somewhere nearby, kindness flows—
Hands that help, voices that stay.
But here I stand, alone again,
Forgotten day by day.

My body aches, my steps are slow,
Yet no one hears my plea.
The love I need is absent now—
A ghost no one can see.

My eyes are wide, yet hearts grow cold,
Unseen though standing near.
I carry burdens no one sees,
And wait alone in fear.

You doubt the cracks within my frame,
Dismiss the weight I bear.
Yet absence speaks in quiet ways—
A love that’s never there.

You think I died defeated—
But you never saw me burn.
From every scar you gave me,
I forged the strength to turn.

You tried to steal my story,
To silence what I knew.
But even in your quiet,
My soul was breaking through.

I bore the weight of torment,
Yet kept my weary eyes—
You mistook my grieving silence
For weakness or disguise.

But I was learning how to fly,
With wings wrought from my pain—
Each feather forged in fury,
Each beat a bold refrain.

And now I rise, untouchable,
Beyond your reach or rule—
A phoenix born from ashes,
No longer your fool.

Speak your polished fables,
Cry your counterfeit goodbyes—
But I am fire everlasting,
While your truth dies, mine flies.

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Heavy Quiet

Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,
here silence speaks of a world no more.
An unbreakable bond just turned to dust,
betrayal’s darkness, detached trust.
Bearing the burdens of which, alone
the weight bowed down , yet sorely known.
Shadows guard a silent gate,
destined for a somber fate.
Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,
a shadowed wound I’ll always keep.
Not for the pain that won’t depart,
but for the love that awaits despite the dark.

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Becoming

Time casts a heavy glow
On the world I left behind,
Transfixed on a new tomorrow,
All the new seeds I’ll sow.

Emerging is a new day,
How the light blinds my eyes.
Focus on the bright cascade
Of this everlasting rise.

Beneath the earth is trembling,
My footsteps unsure and numb.
The silence almost deafening—
I can almost hear Hope hum.

A quick glance back behind me
At the thralldom left behind,
Hope continues to remind me
Of all I’m rising from.

The dawn unfolds before me,
A light I’ve never known.
Each step is one small victory,
In this light I call my own.

A gentle breeze enfolds me,
Countless paths untrod.
With open arms, I gather
The dreams I once thought flawed.

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Faithful Echoes of Love

I’m standing on the deck, coffee in hand,
Three dogs by my side as the rain comes to land.
No thunder, no lightning—just a warm, gentle fall,
To nourish God’s botany, soft blessing to all.

The morning, she rises—I watch the rain fade,
Serenity spills from the colors God made.
As the light is revealed, it quiets my mind,
A rare little peace that’s so hard to find.

They don’t speak in words, yet their hearts never stray,
Their eyes full of knowing, by my side they stay.
Their loyalty anchors what chaos might shove—
These souls at my feet, faithful echoes of love.

We rely on each other, loyalty abound
Precious gifts in my life, with love so profound.
The clouds start to drift, leaving blue in their trail,
The hush of the morning, like a soft-spoken tale.

Each paw print beside me, a story well known,
the battles we've weathered and how much we've grown.
No need for noise, or the rush of the race,
I’ve found what I need in this calm, sacred place.

No medals, no mirrors, no need to pretend—
Just three loving hearts and a moment to mend.
They’ve seen all my tears, know each crack in my soul,
Laid beside me when shadows were out of control.

No voices, no vows—just unwavering grace,
they are all that I need… in this wide, aching place.

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Strength in the Silence

The trees, backlit by the moon’s glow
sway with the promise of rain.
Wash away tears of yesterday,
bring in peace to calm the pain.
As shadows creep around scattered roots,
and secrets rest on cold, hard ground,
a distant echo, the night ignores—
no solace will be found.
Alone I stand where raindrops fall,
as the birds serenade the dawn.
A lonely heart amidst the cold,
courage and strength hold on.

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Never Safe

Never Safe

I’ve never felt safe, if I may be so bold,
No warm shelter from nights so cold
If walls were strangers, far or near,
This silent place was built from fear.
Their smiles were teasing, sharp and sly,
Their hug a blade, an unspoken lie.
I’ve had to breathe without a sound,
Hid my tears, kept pain unbound.
At night I whispered to the skies,
That storms were gifts, not lullabies.
No answer came—just shadow play,
Ghosts in the light that wouldn’t stay
I held my own hand in darkest time,
Promised myself to rise and climb.
Not for anyone—just for me,
To prove to myself I could be free.
The days were heavy, nights were worse,
A silent cry, a muted curse.
Though never safe, I’ve grown quite strong,
A warrior with a quiet song.

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When Holy Hands Drop Bombs

What makes it okay to bomb a nation?
Kill so many who don’t have a station?
Destroy a country, cities and families?
Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies—
Who never chose this war… suffer again and again.

Across the globe, a catch twenty-two
Do what I say, not as I do.
What happened to the Fifth Commandment?,
In a world where religion is prominent?

They will kneel in mosques, temples, and pews,
Preaching love while heralding news.
Holding holy books high with blood-soaked hands,
While dropping their bombs on sacred lands.

Using their people as sacrificial lambs.
Caging each other with judgments and damns.
?These false messiahs in power prevail,
While dragging us down to a desolate hell.

Overcome by greed, immoral pursuits,
watch as Truth and compassion uproot.
?Those who lust for control and command?
Crush our spirit with their own iron hand.
What gives the leaders the power to say?
Who lives or who dies, and who’s led astray?

We are not pawns, not war machines—
Our hearts are breaking behind the scenes.
But no one will ask, they refuse to see—
What gives them the right to speak for me?

Will Allah weep? Will Jesus cry?
Will mothers scream to an empty sky?
What about angels when the rockets fall?
Do they turn away… or see it all?

Don’t speak about peace with blood on your shoes,
While you light the match for the world to lose.?
Your prayers mean nothing when children bleed—trust, 
God knows the difference between faith and greed.

Let history judge what silence allowed,
The deafening roars, the martyr’s shroud.
And when the dust settles, will truth remain—
Or just more graves without a name?

Still, I believe in a higher call,
A day when justice outshines it all.
But until then, I’ll write and cry—
And ask the heavens… why, God, why?