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Missy Smith Poem
Here I stand
Atop this mountain
Pain trying its best to keep a hold
Refusing to let it
I smile, forcibly
Still, its what's needed
Here I stand
Courageous in my fight
Victorious in my battle
No longer ashamed nor afraid
I have survived
Here I stand
Amongst previous sandstorms
Hailed against my soul
Full throttle
Stopping short of your head on collision
For my vision's much clearer
And my heart is at peace
So here I stand,
Beautifully Free...
Copyright © Missy Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Missy Smith Poem
If only my soul I had listened too
If only I took the time to truly wait
Then my heart wouldn't be in so much pain
Self inflicted, contradicted bull you spoon fed me
And I consumed it greedily
See I let you lay your hat, marking your territory, making this here home
Even though it was temporary
For you had another who you showered your love upon
Me, I was that itch you continently scratched, that door you slightly kept open, cracked
that light you kept dimmed, that one you wiped your feet on
Doormat, lover, friend
I was the other woman and didn't even know it
Seven years thinking I was the only one
My mind tried telling me but I played blind refusing to see
Now I see in techno-color and I’m not liking stepping out from behind those rose colored
glasses
My behind is tragic
See I know what should have been done but I was just so lonely
So I took up with a known bum
Thinking I could change him
Only he changed me and not for the better
I became quiet and reclusive, never laughing, never smiling
Going to work rushing home cuz I knew he was going to call
I had to hear his voice no matter how harsh, making excuses for being late
Lying, saying I couldn't start my car
Known lie of course since I didn't even have one
But still through all his abuse
I loved him more than the truth
The truth is I was lost
That is until my heart stepped in
Refusing his continued misuse of his authority
Though never once did he hit me
No, the verbal was just as bad
Sick and tired of loving, needing, wanting this so called man
I freely fled
Before I ended up completely chaotic and mentally dead
Copyright © Missy Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Missy Smith Poem
So often thoughts of you creeps back into my chaotic mind
Where is he I asked?
Is he ok the next question to self was
And then I felt this heaviness
It was then I knew you no longer were amongst the physical ones
They say one can often tell if there heart's receptive to amazing wonders
So close we were that my body felt yours was no longer apart of this reality
Fears confirmed when my detective skills led me to your obituary
Many years since you've left me
Why earlier had I not known this
Then I realize it was only now that my soul's been open to this type of reception
So I shed tears for the only one who ever touched my heart in such a beautiful way
And I thank God for our moments of past no matter how brief they were.
Copyright © Missy Smith | Year Posted 2011
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