Author: Simona A. Brinson
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FIRST DATE The man that sits beside me Is he who I wish him to be? I wonder, Who really is he? When I look into his eyes Who do I see? A broken man A dapper-dan A lonesome fool A devilish tool A wretch or a louse A man or a mouse A winner,…
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ME WITHOUT YOU Into your soul, I cry Because you’ve gone And said goodbye I’ll never understand why You had to leave Left me here to grieve Months gone by With no reprieve I still can’t conceive A world where there’s Me without you So, I cry into your soul The other half Of my…
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LITTLE GIRL LOST I looked in the mirror And there, looking back Stood a little girl lost I looked into her eyes And couldn’t fathom Her burdens or the Weight of their cost But I could recognize That look in her eyes Because they were The same eyes That looked back at me Lost and…
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magnitude Does my fat or fineness Determine the magnitude Of my heart or kindness? Simona A. Brinson Photo by Jessica Felicio on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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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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