Hope you're all well. Here's a poem I've been working on for a while. I keep putting it away, bringing it back out, changing things & putting it away again. One day it might be 'finished' whatever that means...
Cheers,
Deb
she
Who is she
depressing and ordinary?
She’s not me,
I’m unique and contrary
I never say die.
Not like her,
defeat in her eyes.
Resignation,
acceptance.
Not me,
I’m still fighting
raging at injustice.
Fierce
teeth bared,
a snarl, not demure smiles.
No batting eyelids,
no sideways glance,
coy looks, romance,
heart aflutter.
Leave me
to my guttural cries.
Realise.
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