Author: Simona A. Brinson
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SHOW ME HOW Show me how to see Through this blinding rain Show me how to breathe Through this paralyzing pain My heart She’s taken a heavy blow She’s been knocked out A Tyson T.K.O. In a fight Without a ref My soul is tired Bereaved and bereft I just need A moment’s rest To…
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LET ME LET GO Let me let go For my soul is weak Let me let go So my eyes can see So my eyes can see Let me let go Of all my insecurities So I can bask in the glow So I can bask in the glow Of the light within Let me…
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BRUISED I am bruised but not beaten Weathered but not worn I am battered but not broken Tattered but not torn I am strong but fragile Ostentatious and meek I am haughty and humble A loner, a freak My wounds are not visible They are scars upon my heart A badge of courage My scars,…
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DEFIED Why is it that love Defies logic All of me Loves all of him All his faults All his brokenness The parts of him That he hides And the minute slivers of himself That he reveals occasionally Every part of me Yearns to be in his presence And my soul searches For his in…
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ROWBOAT I am there In that rowboat, Only visible to the flock jetting by. I am engrossed In the solitude of this day: The peace, The quiet, The salty summer breeze, The rhythmic ripples lapping. The only sounds I hear Are nature-made. Occasionally, a cloud strolls by But otherwise, clear skies. I wonder at the…
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TIME If time is constant With no beginning Or end Then surely Time travel is possible A journey into the past Just a step behind And a taste of the future Lies just ahead Simona A. Brinson Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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FINAL GOODBYE She lay with her head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall and listening to the beating of his heart. She synced her breathing with his until their hearts were in unison. Occasionally, she would turn her head just so, to watch him sleep. In awe of his beauty, she was. She’d…
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FAITH & HOPE I won’t give you Another chance To break my heart My days of Blind faith Are over Cause faith Ran away With hope And when they left They slammed the door Simona A. Brinson Photo by Efe Kurnaz on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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MATTERS As a young idealistic woman I would dive first And ask questions later Especially when it came to Matters of the heart And in this immaturity I have suffered fools And their insecurities Their jealousies, their lack Their un-mendable brokenness I have grown tempered with age When it comes to Matters of the heart…
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SEEK Tell me what you want to hear And I’ll whisper those words in your ear Tell me how maybe I might Say the words that make your soul ignite Tell me of that secret place I can touch that makes your heart race Or you can hide and I will seek And search and…
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