In a house where echoes whispered lies,
She learned to dance beneath judgmental skies.
Narcissistic shadows, looming tall,
In their shallow world, she felt so small.
Alone she stood, with no one to hold,
In the silence, her story untold.
Emotionally immature, their hearts remained,
Leaving her in darkness, feeling drained.
But through the tears, she found her might,
In the depths of loneliness, she saw the light.
With each step forward, she broke free,
From the chains of their toxicity.
No longer defined by their cruel decree,
She blossomed into who she's meant to be.
In her own strength, she found her way,
A survivor of darkness, now thriving each day.
-NLee
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billy collins in response to being asked "if you aren't a poet, but were interested in getting started, how would you do that?"
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Winter Blanket
The white blanket
The harsh brittle winds
That causes my cheeks and nose to turn red
3-4 months this time of year comes
Where the white blanket covers the ground
The blistering blanket comes in peace
To give us all a little peace
Offers us the joy of bonding and love
This white blanket comes bearing gifts
The hope for better flowers
Once the blanket has melted away The chance to prepare…
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From Jeffrey McDaniel's book The Forgiveness Parade. (Manic D, 1998)
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