The rain falling heavy
Against the skylights
Seems to echo the tears
I am unable to shed.
Sorrow deeply felt
For dreams lost
And self-condemnation
For allowing myself
To believe at all.
I should have known better
Than to hope
A lifetime of teachings
Would be for naught.
But...
Now comes anger
With myself, with him,
For selling out so cheaply.
I am a woman of passion
And heart
Who asks only
That I not be taken
For granted.
Perhaps I asked too much
Of him,
And not enough of myself.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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The pain, clearly evident in these lines. I'm sorry. Perhaps the ending should be,
"...Perhaps I asked too much
of myself
and not enough of him."
Sad.
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.