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Swaying under the weight of the most recent painful blow
Hiding her face deep within, she cannot let it show
The sadness knocks her down so oft she knows not what to do
She hopes that if she hopes enough she might just make it through
The wounds that she accumulates collect upon her heart
They bite and rip and shred and steal, they’re tearing her apart
Deep and wide but locked inside where only she can see
She wishes life and all its strife would leave her just to be
Her waking moments tire her, and sleep does little good
in the mirror a shadow stands where her young self once stood
she cries and tries to realise the woman she had been
before life came and burned to dust her heart of evergreen.
About the Creator
Robyn Keeble MBE
I love to write.
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