i used to get called a cry baby
so i trained my eyes to decieve
now im older and better at lying
covered in cracks that are never seen
i know i should let my guard down
but ive forgotten how to cry
because lifes always treated me kinder
when ive hidden my tears with a lie
and maybe im just scared
that if the floodgates are unlatched
the waters ive been damming
wont ever want to go back
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A.J (Pseudonym) (
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There's a lot of poets know exactly where this poem comes from. Some of us only ever show the 'soft' side quietly on here in poetry. Me.... I'm a big old softy, it's all laid bare in my post here. But there was a time when it was quite different. Writing poetry changed that for me...slowly.
Keep writing (wink wink).
Thank you for this...
Like d a, I have become a 'big old softy' with age. Mind you I have always been emotional but at my age now I do not try to hide it and it brings such a great relief to me.
Andy
rare to read such insightful words delivered so refreshingly raw, if you can glean such empowering self-realisations from your introspective efforts, it would suggest you have enough in your foundation of accumulated self-worth to withstand whatever pain you keep hidden away,
just be sure to grip that tap tightly when you are are ready to face them: insure you let them out in manageable drips and try to Remain in control, trust in the help of those you deem worthy - if need be,
but sadly, eventually you will need to face them: before you can move-on and experience life - free, of their restrictive inhibitions...
(just my two cents worth, discard and disregard if you disagree),
thanks for sharing
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