If I wrote what's on my mind
They may think of me a mess.
Words swirling sending signs.
Got to get this off my chest.
Is it the hurt of my entire life -
Pain, desolation or is it worse?
Words can cut like a knife -
Send you flying or rolling by in a hearse.
Is it my thought process -
How my mind works?
Show them the ins and outs
They keep saying I got this.
But that fear kicks in and I'm not sure whose judgement I fear the most
My own, public opinion or the holy ghost.
The secrets I've unlocked.
Turning back hands of the clock.
Trampled my fears.
Haste now a firm stop.
Brought me here.
Checking my stock
It's more than a lot
To become what I hold dear.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 16.2023.09
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
If it’s pain then all one can do is bring it to Him and allow healing to begin. Powerful work my friend.
Thank you!
Fantastic work.
Thank you!
It's more than a lot
To become what I hold dear.
So satisfying to read
Thank you!
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