a poem

a passive life

a pain the memory brings

took love in vain and sings

a life changed

a new perspective gained

dignity maintained

a woman grown

but who's to blame for the destruction,

chaos production, misplaced seduction...


or me

self doubting, drama spouting, constant pouting

if i had been stronger from the start

impossible to penetrate the heart

maybe my pain wouldn't be art

i'd be free


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