Author: Simona A. Brinson
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The Space Between Between hope and certainty stretches a quiet sea,Where dreams wear fragile wings and drift uncertainly.The horizon glimmers with a promise not yet known,A path of whispered maybes where courage walks alone.Hope plants its tender lantern in the gathering night,While certainty waits distant, clothed in steady light.Each step becomes a question the heart…
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Love Keeps Calling Love keeps calling,I keep running,afraid its lightwill show me something.I hear its voicebehind each door,soft as rain,then wanting more.I hide my heart,but it keeps falling.I keep running—love keeps calling.Simona A. Brinson Photo by vale on Unsplash ©mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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The Sorrow in My Heart The sorrow in my heart is deep,I feel it in the palms of my hands,It follows me even in sleep,And settles where my spirit stands.It lingers in the soles of my feet,Like dust from roads I had to roam,A grief both bitter and complete,Still searching for a place called home.My…
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You Will Hear When the wind blows,you will hear mein the hush between the leaves,in the soft bend of branchesthat know how to bowwithout breaking.You will hear mewhere the screen door sighs,where the old house settlesinto its bones,where curtains liftlike hands remembering touch.I will not come loudly.I have never been thunder.I have always beenthe small…
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The Cry Behind the Smile There is a cry behind the smile,a small, trembling thingpressed against my ribs,listening to laughteras though it belongsto someone else.Most people never hear it.They see the curve of my lips,the practiced ease,the sunlight I offerlike a welcome mat.They do not seethe storm cellar beneath.The cry lives there.It gathers every disappointment,every…
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Daddy say it low like thunder rollin’ through the kitchen air,“Girl, that ain’t no man—just wind in britches, nothin’ there.”I hear him by the sink, water tappin’ like a tired song,Talkin’ ‘bout a man who always right but always wrong.“Wind in Britches,” Daddy spit, eyes fixed on the floor,“Blow in with a promise, then he…
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Empty Breaths and Hollow Lies She learns him first in broken air,In pauses that pretend to care.His words arrive but never stay,Like smoke that cannot find its way.He speaks in almost-truths at night,Soft enough to sound like light.But when she reaches for his name,It slips away and feels the same.She memorizes what he won’t say,The…
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Thief of Joy Comparison whispers, stealing light,Turning day into restless night.It counts another’s gold as proof,While missing all your own roof.It paints their world in perfect hue,Then fades the colors right from you.It measures life by treasure’s pace,And leaves you lost in endless chase.So guard your heart, refuse its ploy—For envy is the thief of…
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by RuNell Ni Ebo Lord, LordWhy did You make me Black?Why did You make someonethe world wants to hold back?Black is the color of dirty clothes,the color of grimy hands and feet.Black is the color of darkness,the color of tire-beaten streets.Why did You give me thick lips,a broad nose and kinky hair?Why did You make…
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Ghost in the Fog In the hush where morning lingers,A pale spirit parts the mist,Silent as an ancient secret,Soft as winter on the wrist.Eyes like weathered moons are watching,Calm beneath the silver sky,Holding storms it never speaks of,Letting passing shadows die.Ghost-white mane in quiet motion,Breath dissolving into air,A lonely king of fog and stillness,Wrapped in…
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