Soak up a cup of disappointment
Several spoonfuls of hurt
A dash of ill treatment -
Add Loneliness - just a squirt!
Take the medicine on the chin
Swallow it down like a good ‘un
Whilst wearing a false grin
Mentally - the damage done!
Coz there it sits - a heavy knot
The ball of hurt - rattling inside
Until the poison erupts from that spot
Opening the flood gates wide,
Then the tears flow from my eyes
And a new me will arise!
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Nice work. The days poison usually has to mix with the previous weeks barely digestible insults before my inner cauldrun boileth over.
These tears though are such a good self repair mechanism. Every problem or disappointment eases with the salve of tears shed.
Totally agree - we won’t be beaten 💪🏻X
A sweet little sort of short-line sonnet. Thanks for the hopeful "new me" inspiration!
I shall add this to my emotional recipe book. Thank you.
That new you will arise into a world of beauty, wonder and love.
Andy
Awesome!
thanks for sharing that much needed positivity, dear poet
I loved the way you expressed yourself in this poem.
The medicine is always within ourselves and then we all become another person. It is a great read and you are a good poet. Keep on writing. Cheers Micalina
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