She hides her pain
With a well sculpted mask
She trys to smile
But her thoughts
Make her cry
Time goes so slow
When she wants
To be alone
She reaches out
But theirs no one
There
Just empty air
Every scars a bold
Memory
Scarlet waves wear
Her to the bone
Shes tired of being
So far gone
Shes on the edge
Of falling off
And breaking down
She needs a hand
To hold
A shoulder to lean on
A place to call
Home
A and feeling of
Self-security
She builds her walls up
To keep the world out
Shes beautiful
Inside and out
But her mind tells
Her otherwise
She silently wears away
Day by day
She just doesn't
Have the strength
To pick herself up
She trys so hard
To be strong
But everything
Goes oh so wrong
Every day shes scared
Shes going to loose
Control
And drift away
HOW CAN WE ALONE, AS MERE MORTALS, STAND UP UNDER THE 'PRESSURE' OF LIVING IN THE WORLD?! THE ONLY ANSWER I KNOW IS...THANK GOD, WE DON'T HAVE TO DO IT ALONE. WE HAVE SOMEONE WHO KNOWS US BETTER THAN WE KNOW OURSELVES...AND LOVES US MORE THAN WE COULD EVER LOVE OURSELVES. PLEASE READ; SHALL I STAND ALONE?, IN THE SHADOWS, THE START, YOU KNOW ME, WHEN IT POURS, TODAY, CLAY, STILL, AMAZING HE IS...AND ANY OF THE OTHER WORKS THAT YOU ARE LED TO READ. FEELING LOST IS JUST THE BEGINNING, NOT THE END. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
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From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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