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Bridget Prewitt Poem
Hear my cry into the night
I let my tears go free
no longer can you hurt my pride
unleash me to the sea
I hope you're happy you made me feel
like i might be part insane
now i will look up to the sky
or wallow in the rain
take me back to the day
when you pushed me to the ground
and now i will get back up
and walk away without a sound
I will not fall down again
and I will not fall behind
I have found some piece in my heart
and I found some piece of mind
Hear my cry into the night
I let my tears go free
no longer can you hurt my pride
unleash me to the sea
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2010
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
I sat in the field
my heart in my hand
grass blows beneath me
it sways where I stand
when the spell binds loose
and it's all in my head
I'm restlessly resting awake in my bed
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
My imagination is a tide of wishful waters,
A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead,
I leave behind all reality, I break a thread,
And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe,
but I hold my universe in my pocket,
and whisper words of new meaning,
only then can you read the sky like a book,
because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought,
A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird,
flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze,
And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
You cannot see the torn up pieces,
the remains of a broken sole,
a heart shattered,
the pieces scattered,
You can only see her smile
You cannot hear a lonely cry,
a yell expressing unbearable anger,
a subtle weep,
she cannot sleep,
you can only hear her laugh
You cannot feel her aching heart,
hung out to dry,
sinks down like a rock,
her stomach will drop,
You can only feel her lie
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2010
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
I give music voice
I have played it with purpose
And it speaks for me
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
The point of desperation
Is a point of no return
A point where your heart's melting
like the candles that you burn
A point where you are fighting
Just to know that you're okay
A point where you'll do anything
No matter what you say
A point where you will turn on
the closest one's you know
The point where you are holding on
and never letting go
A point of painful longing
for the thing that you most seek
You sometimes point your finger
at the innocent or weak
The point of desperation
is a point of no return
A point where your heart's melting
Like the candles that you burn
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
Spring air fills my lungs
But the blizzard's remaining
Dreams are deceiving
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
The days dawn with the sound of water,
a whistling bird perched upon a tree,
wind chimes speak with voices of sugar,
sweet like the wind they speak for,
the air tastes like summer,
and the lake is cool with lingering spring
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
It's ears hang down on the side of it's face,
It's dress is covered in flowers and lace,
It's more than a toy,
it's a memory,
A joy,
A bunny that will never part,
It took my hand,
It showed me a land,
That I imagined with my heart.
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2010
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Bridget Prewitt Poem
I'm waiting for salvation
For the morning sun to rise
I'm waiting for freedom
To look me in the eyes
But I'm hiding in the pine trees
And I'm hiding from the light
I'm hiding in the shadows
And hiding in plain sight
Do I see a tunnel
Or do I see a wall
Should I crawl forward
Or from it will I fall
I used to be a child
When life was a game
And I am yet a child
But life is not the same
I'm looking for a warmth
That salvation must provide
But until I find that freedom
In the pine trees I will hide
Copyright © Bridget Prewitt | Year Posted 2011
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