
I’ve been trying inside to heal
Trying less and less to feel
Having the sudden notion
To shut down every emotion
Slipping farther n farther away
Into the great and vast array
Sitting pretty, proud, and poised
Blocking out the senseless noise
Giving up the pointless need
To let others see me bleed
My pen and paper are enough
No need for feelings on my cuff
This world needn’t know
Where all my sorrows go
With nobody standing in my way
I’ll stand tall for another day
Lips pursed and fists held tight
They’ll never know my inner fight
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/people-woman-girl-standing-alone-2569004/
You capture that inner struggled so profoundly, Michelle. A melancholy but determined poem. It was lovely to see you pop by. Wishing you much creativity and a kind day.
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Thank you D. It’s good to see you. 😉
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful blog
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Thank you… ❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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You too! 💛
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This is great. I love fierce women!
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Thanks CQ… 💪🏻😉
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Written with succinct determination! As the therapeutic pen touches paper!
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😉
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Michelle, well done. There is an old saying, beware of the quiet person, as she is keeping how tough she is hidden inside. The one who has the false bravado is less frightening. The person who does not understand this, won’t realize it until it is too late. Keith
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Oh… I’ve never heard that one, but from where I stand, I can sure see the truth in it.
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Michelle, there is something about quiet resolve. Keith
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😉
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