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Megan Chambers Poem
if only she knew how i thought about her
about the way she makes me smile
the way my heart swells inside
when i picture her walking down the aisle
i want her to see that she’s more than a friend
she’s suddenly become my whole life
i can’t imagine a future without her
i dream of becoming her wife
i wish that i could tell her
be open about how i feel
but i know that she’ll never feel the same
and our friendship could never heal
but her name has slowly merged with mine
i feel that our hearts have become one
i dream of stroking her blushing cheek
but i know that she’d be gone
i want to reach towards her hand
and hold it tight in mine
to gently kiss our entwined fingers
until between us there is no line
if only she could realise
she’s perfect in every way
and i only dream of holding her close
of becoming more than friends one day
Copyright © Megan Chambers | Year Posted 2026
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Megan Chambers Poem
I want to be powerful
and have a voice that matters
I want to silence wars and battles
be the reason glass shatters
I want my whispers to be booming
and my shouts to threaten thunder
I want to live afraid of silence
and never have to wonder
I want my words to be greater
than speeches made by kings
I want to teach the world to listen
to hear the flutter of my wings
I want to be famous for my voice
and not the silence that engulfed me
I want my words to hold such power
that they leave no room for enquiry
I almost died in silence
so I want to live out loud
I want to show the world I matter
and stand out from the crowd
Copyright © Megan Chambers | Year Posted 2026
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Megan Chambers Poem
I’ve always found opening up too hard
it’s much easier to clutch a shard
a shard of glass between my fists
that opens the veins within my wrists
releasing blood is easier than words
it doesn’t get stuck, just sings like birds
flowing out, a river of red
“please just stop for me” they said
“I promise I’ll try” but it happens again
the simplest way to ease my pain
I feel so numb, without a soul
all I want is to again feel whole
a deadly instrument, shiny and sharp
it soothes my hurt like a beautiful harp
lulls me into a false sense of calm
the monster within me, called self-harm
Copyright © Megan Chambers | Year Posted 2026
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