My soul is weak Because there is yet To be found a cure For this darkness That plagues my soul Without respite Morning, noon and night Though my soul is weak I will endure Even if there is no cure Because morning, noon and night I pray for the light To enter my darkened soul And recapture the joy The darkness stole Simona A. Brinson
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I miss the peace I miss the quiet Of solitude Nature beacons me Into her embrace She reminds me Of the winds gentleness And the sound of the leaves As they rustle from his touch And the pitter-patter sound of the rain As it touches all in its path With greetings and refreshment It has been so long I have almost forgotten The ease and harmony of nature I must return soon To the peace To the quiet Of solitude Simona A. Brinson
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I am home I am grounded Peace permeates the atmosphere Dogwoods bloom In pink and white Cardinals chirp incessantly I wonder of what they speak About the days happenings The sky is clear blue Without a cloud in sight A dragonfly flits by I am sure I felt whirls of wind As he passed by The sun is warm on my skin If I didn't know better I would worship it as a god. I am home Feet planted I am grounded Simona A. Brinson
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RISE
With every struggle, I grow With each mountain, I climb I am strengthened In the valley I find peace With my head in the clouds I soar When I stumble I reach When I crumble I rise I rise I rise Simona A. Brinson
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When I saw you
I loved you
When I kissed you
I knew
That roses
Weren't just red
And violets only blue
I saw horizons ahead
That I never imaged
Could be
And I never thought a kiss
Could bring me to my knees
Fate,
How kind you have been
That you would bring love
Into my universe again
Simona A. Brinson
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I build fences To keep me safe Because my soul Is sensitive And my heart A weeping fool Simona A. Brinson
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On my back On a bank Eyes towards the sky The twinkling of stars The glow of the moon A soft breeze blows Crickets strum a tune And light bugs dance A zig-zag pattern In the forest deep Owls cry Who And willows weep Tears of mournful woe And the bobcat screams Simona A. Brinson
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Allow me to lay naked before you Search my soul, if you will Know my heart's intent For it is pure My only desire is to love and be loved I ask no more of you than I give I give freely I give unconditionally I give sacrificially I give passionately I give With my soul searched by your prying eyes Will you reciprocate Will you lay naked before me That I may search your soul And know your heart's intent Is it pure? Is your desire too, to be loved and love Will you ask no more that you give Will you give freely And love unconditionally With a sacrificial love Laden with passion Will you give as I Simona A. Brinson
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"Don't burn your bridges" Humph! Is say, pour the gasoline, Light a match And watch them burn! Because some bridges Aren't meant to be crossed again Because of lessons learned Maybe you've learned They'll never change And it's okay to be estranged From someone who has Lost their trust in you Or maybe they never Had it to begin with And you didn’t have a clue But now you see Because your eyes Have been opened To the bankruptcy of Their mind that was orphaned By a hurt that They can't acknowledge So much so That it caused them To submerge So deep in their hurt That they lost sight Of who you are And with their actions Created a scar Upon your heart That is unhealable And now the once Bond unbreakable Is broken By carless words spoken In that moment you learned That it's okay to burn Broken and unmendable bridges So, you poured the gasoline Stuck a match And watched what was Once pristine Burn in a fiery blaze To the ground Then you looked around And you found New planks and beams With upon to build New bridges That lead to new ridges And mountains to climb And you walked into the sublime Simona A. Brinson
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Sometimes I miss you in ripples That come and go, slowly And at a pace My heart can bear But today, I am drowning Can't even tread These waves of despair My grief is overwhelming Expanding and expounding Laying open, the unspoken Anguished misery Inside Simona A. Brinson
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