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Diane Locket Poem
I shelter myself so fiercely.
I am an ongoing discussion;
my life isn't perceived the same.
Do you know I love talking about the most unusual things?
Do you know I can't go a day without my mother's voice?
I wake to a new perception of myself,
one I've made for someone new.
The idea of knowing Diane,
the idea of me being open.
You'll grow tired, I can tell;
I always could.
I'm a girl who is scared:
scared of what the real me reveals,
scared of hurting myself,
scared of how you'll see me.
You can't know how obsessed I become,
you can't know how much power and wealth i crave,
you can't know how much love I hold to give.
I am dull,
I am unfindable.
I am nowhere;
I am lost.
I can't locate what I'm terrified people will see.
They always leave.
Copyright © diane locket | Year Posted 2025
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Diane Locket Poem
I am not quiet,
Not easily forgotten,
Yet somehow
Still unseen.
I feel it,
In the bones of my being,
This weight of being
Unappealing.
Not the kind
You’d walk toward.
Not the kind
That draws eyes or hearts.
It’s not like me
To say, “I hate myself,”
But sometimes,
That silence speaks louder.
Strangers
Faces I’ve never met,
Mouths that never called my name,
Eyes that never really saw me
Still, they judge.
They know me better than I do,
They say.
They define my shape,
My walk,
My worth.
And so, I wear it.
Their truth becomes mine.
And you
You’re beautiful,
Unique,
Undeniable.
You can see me.
I cannot.
And though it’s not like me
To admit this ache,
This shadow inside,
It is still me.
Still here.
Still hurting.
Copyright © diane locket | Year Posted 2025
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Diane Locket Poem
The Art of Letting Go for God
Over the past three days
I have faced a challenging contradiction
Am I appealing to Christ, the Savior
the man who died on the cross for me
Yet I have no answer
You know, faith is the one thing
I find hardest to have
in God, in people, in myself
But to be a better Christian
faith is all I should hold
One of the hardest things I face
is the very thing I must conquer
I am all I am with God
My mind is God’s
my creation is God’s
my beauty is the Lord’s
O Lord of Nazareth
look upon me
and build the faith I struggle to have
Guide me to be one of Your disciples
I couldn’t care less
that I am a body of sin
a body of sin that wants You
and You alone
My Lord, I used to look at people and judge
I still do
Yet I know You
You who look upon those who sin daily
and still love them
If I allow You into my life
You will pull me out of my convictions
My big sins will become small
You alone are all I have
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Diane Locket Poem
“I’m repulsed by you,”
I say.
Maybe that will make me feel better.
Frozen, trying to remember memories
because you made me hate them.
Two sinners bonded,
creating a friendship
against everything in the commandment.
Oh, look what we became
One sinner gave it all.
The other… saw it bare.
The sinners?
Both right.
No wrong.
The sinners are separated.
One saw it as a joke.
One swore it all.
One never forgave.
Both fell.
The Devil laughed.
I saw.
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Diane Locket Poem
Should I reply now?
It’s not the same.
I’m not the same.
You don’t feel familiar.
You look foreign.
The class was loud, very loud.
Your existence was announced.
You looked new,
but you were old news.
I talked.
You shared.
I talked.
You ignored.
I talked.
You disgusted me.
New year, new me.
New year, new trigger.
The moon gazed at me longer.
Your sparkling shadow appeared.
You talked.
Why.
You talked.
Anger.
You talked.
I answered.
You talked.
And I realized.
You are a fool.
Copyright © diane locket | Year Posted 2026
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Diane Locket Poem
The standards I have set for myself
are almost impossible to return from.
I want a life burning with excitement,
a life where my femininity is celebrated.
In this diaspora I live,
I just need to be great.
No one depends on me.
I cling to myself
like a sloth clinging to its tree.
I have a future that hangs
at the corner of my head,
ready to burst into reality.
Without greatness in mind, I'm merely a breeze,
another woman ready to be sold off for marriage.
But I am nothing without the future I see.
I can’t live
live without the greatness I impeccably need.
I'm all I have.
and I need.
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Diane Locket Poem
for when the silence isn’t silence
I’m not yearning today.
But I’m not okay.
I’m sitting in this stillness that doesn’t feel still
like the air forgot how to breathe too.
I say I’m at peace,
but it doesn’t rest inside me.
It stares at me.
Quiet. Heavy. Almost kind.
I’m scared of falling.
Because when I fall, I lose everything.
And getting back up?
That’s the part that eats me.
But I keep restarting.
Like clockwork. Like madness.
It’s been a month.
I called it control, but it’s closer to surrender.
Addiction wearing perfume .
Is it my fault?
Is it you?
I don’t know.
I stopped praying out loud.
Now I joke when I say “I pray.”
I think I still do.
I cover my wounds in lip gloss and laughter.
Did you see them?
Did you laugh with me?
Or at me?
Some days, I feel beautiful.
Most days now.
Thank God.
But beauty doesn’t always mean I’m healing.
I love talking about you.
But today isn’t about you.
It’s about this peace that doesn’t feel earned,
this breath that feels borrowed.
Is this the end?
No.
It’s the middle.
The aching middle where stillness hums
and something inside you whispers,
“Keep going.
Even if you’re only crawling.”
Copyright © diane locket | Year Posted 2025
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