You found beauty inside me
I never thought existed
You wanted me to trust you
Pulled me back when I drifted
You spoke the words I needed
The ones on which I subsisted
You whispered them into my ear
And something inside me twisted
Still, I fought you at every turn
But, of course, you insisted
Promised not a sunshine fairytale
Darkness not gone but lifted
I was lonely, lost and broken
But you relentlessly persisted
You begged me to believe
I was lovely, kind and gifted
You brought my heart back to life
How could I have resisted?
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Good piece of work.
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Thank you
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Oh, this is beautiful Sandra, full of hope … love it.
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I try… Thank you ♥
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Very beautiful. Deeply evocative. 😉
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Thanks very much…
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This is so romantic and hopeful! Beautiful, Sandra! 💜
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Thanks, Kay ♥
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My pleasure!
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I love this, Sandra! Touching…
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Thank you, Diane ♥
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It was beautiful…
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I really like this post. I have read it several times, and it stirs in me more than I can express. I’m glad you keep writing.
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Thank you… I think I’m (mildly) successful if my writing strikes a chord in someone. Sometimes I managed to write things that feel hopeful… even if they’re not real.
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Hopeful and positive are what happiness thrives on. And anyway, everything begins with the imagination.
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Yes… therein lies my struggle…
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Endure my dear, you are stronger than you feel at times. With your beautiful imagination and creative excellence you help bring light and strength to your readers. I’m sure they can attest to this.
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You’re very sweet… thank you…
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This is absolutely beautiful, Sandra, and I love the rhyme to it.
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Thanks so much, Vic.
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You’re very welcome. 🙂
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Excellent, babe! I like the construction AND the content. Beautifully done!
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Thanks, Meg. Another late night one… sometimes, they’re not even depressing! Imagine……
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That’s awesome! I haven’t been feeling very poetic lately. I have to be angry or depressed to write anything decent. Even limericks, ugh…
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Since my moods change fifty times a day like I’m on a never ending rollercoaster…it hasn’t been too much of a problem… for poetry. Fiction, well, ugh. My brain is a mess!
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It needs a vacation!
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Oh, it does… but even if I could, the guilt would kill it immediately!
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Oh poop
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Yeah… the guilt kills everything… 😦
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This really moved me. Wonderful poem!
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Thank you so much. (By the way… I don’t know what to call you… M? Magarisa? I don’t want to make up my own nickname for you just in case I offend you… 🙂 )
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You’re welcome. Just call me M. ☺
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🙂
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