His words fester beneath the surface,
weary words of disdain and ill repute.
But what can I do,
and how can I be anything more?
For I am just another daughter,
a regret still in the making.
And my existence is a constant reminder
of all he’s ever done wrong.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-mysterious-traveler-journey-5718089/
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing 😁
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Always happy to read and share your posts, Michelle!
xoxox 😘💕🌹😊
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Awww… thank you Chuck, you always say the nicest things. ❤️
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Well, I love your writing and praise is due where praise is earned, My Dear!
xoxo 😘💕🌹😊
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I left a comment, but I do not see it???
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Sorry for that. I have my settings set to approve all messages before they get posted and I didn’t check my comments last night. I left you a reply. Hope you get it. 😉
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A peom of reasoning and acknowledging I can not change nor will his mind. I may be his mistake, but I won’t make the mistake of continuously trying to change his mind about his mistake. His mistake, but God’s idea, the unwanted that still possess purpose and was born on purpose.
I love this, for this cuts deep and in a sense a mourning, but a moving on. I guess, I’m going on and on. You have been missed along with your poetry!
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Awww… thanks Tony. I’ve not had the inspiration to write much lately. I do however write from a prompt every morning for 10 minutes, but I don’t always post what I write. Do you follow my other blog where I post my prompts for everyone? If not, here’s the link. https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/
And yes, you get what I was going for here in this poem. You seem to always have a very good understanding of what I write. I always love the freedom found in writing. I use my poetry to help ease the burdens in my life and let things go. Life is never easy, and it seems better to let things out than to hold them in. I hope your week is going well. I’m feeling physically lousy, but tomorrow is a new day and so hopefully things will be better. 😉
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We share that freedom and purpose in writing! My week has been pretty good. I hope you are feeling better today. This new day! Take care of yourself and know I cheer for you💕😍🥰
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Hey Tony, I’m glad to hear you’ve had a good week. ❤️I’m feeling improved bit by bit. Just like the old saying goes… Inch by inch life’s a cinch, but yard by yard it’s very hard. Keep on smiling! 😁
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❤️😁 I love that bit by bit
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Lol… ☺️
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Picture if a women standing in the middle if a wheat field waiting for a bus, in the rain. Strange. And the land is flat. Flat land makes me nervous, I am from the hills and mountains. But the colors and mood are great. As is the poem. Depressing, but good.
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Thank you OG, I guess she’s got to go somewhere, likely somewhere far away. Maybe to the hills or mountains where she can escape her plight.
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Standing alone shows her despair very will. I like to have hills around to have s place to hide. Gives me a sense of safety and refuge. And maybe someone will drive by and give her help.
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Whenever I pick out a photo from Pixabay, these are the things I contemplate too. The photo needs to connect with the poem in an emotional way. This one said everything I needed it to say even without words. I always love it when I’m lucky enough to find a picture that feels perfect for what I’ve written.
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