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  • A POEM A DAY 56

    A POEM A DAY 56

    February 16, 2021

    LIBERTY

     When night falls
     The darkness calls
     Her out by name
     Reminding her of the shame
     Heaved upon her
     By a predator
      
     She closes her eyes
     And comes to realize
     That she's on a head trip
     And has taken ownership
     Of his guilt and depravity
     His turpitude and inhumanity
      
     She opens her eyes
     And with conviction decides
     To relinquish the lies
     She kept bottled inside
     For fear of the world's reproach
     But now with boldness, she optimistically approached
     The nigh shores of freedom
     No longer the victim
      
     She closes her eyes
     And without compromise
     She ends the head trip
     And surrenders ownership
     Of the guilt and shame
     Cause she wasn’t to blame
     For his lack of humanity
     Turpitude or depravity
      
     Now when night falls 
     And the darkness calls
     Her out by name
     She defiantly proclaims
     Her liberty
     From captivity
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • FREEDOM’S TREE

    FREEDOM’S TREE

    February 15, 2021
     On February 15th my brother died
     Hanging from the Tree of Suicide
     No longer able to mask the pain
     Or deal with his burden’s heavy strain
     His burden not easy, his yoke too tight
     He took a rope, thin and slight
     And fastened it to that Unassuming Tree
     In his quest to be set free
     I hope he found the Freedom he sought
     That couldn’t be attained through the drugs he bought
     Maybe the only Freedom he could see
     Was hanging from a limb on that Lychee Nut Tree 
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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    Call a suicide hotline.
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  • A POEM A DAY 55

    A POEM A DAY 55

    February 15, 2021

    A LOST SOUL 2

     In the silence of night
     My brother died
     Hanging from the tree
     Of suicide
     Alone and dejected
     A lost soul rejected
     Consumed by his plight
     He gave up the fight
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 54

    A POEM A DAY 54

    February 14, 2021

    ASKEW

     Your words
    They do not move me
    Though they appear
    Strong and true
    My heart finds them
    A bit askew
    Debatable and often moot
    Because you actions
    Tell the truth
     
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 53

    A POEM A DAY 53

    February 13, 2021

    OPEN HOUSE

    My heart keeps an open house

    The door is never locked

    All it’s simply waiting for

    Is to hear your earnest knock  

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 52

    A POEM A DAY 52

    February 12, 2021

    NO DISGUISE

     My love has no disguise
     Or nefarious intent
     It travels a straight line
     It is neither broken nor bent
     No contingency or condition
     I give it freely
     To the one whom I love
     I give it completely 
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 51

    A POEM A DAY 51

    February 11, 2021

    THE NATURE OF LOVE

     What is it that has the power
     To subdue the impregnable heart?
     I say it be love above all else
     For the nature of love
     Was in the BEGINNING
     When God created Adam
     In his image
     Yes, it be love
     That subdues the impregnable heart!
     For the nature of love
     Was in the END
     When God forsook his only Son
     That we may live
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 50

    A POEM A DAY 50

    February 10, 2021

    A LOST SOUL

    Silent screams resonate

    Through the night

    But no one takes heed

    To this soul in need

    Or cares about his plight

    Alone and dejected

    A lost soul rejected

    On the verge of

    Giving up the fight

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 49

    A POEM A DAY 49

    February 9, 2021

    THE SILENCE OF NIGHT

     Storms rage from deep within
     Calm seas rise
     My eyes well with tears
     And the room fills with muted cries
     In the silence of night
      
     As I sit alone
     In the eye of the 'cane
     The calm before the storm
     Tears fall like sprinkled rain
     In the silence of night
      
     The rain then turns to fury
     As CAT5 winds begin to blow
     But there's no one around to hear
     So no one else will know
     What goes on 
     In the silence of night
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 48

    A POEM A DAY 48

    February 8, 2021

    SILENT EXCHANGE

    She was woven into the fabric of my being

    I knew how she felt sometimes without even seeing

    Though others would simply pass her by

    I could tell by the forlorn look in her eyes

    That the weight of her world was heavy, indeed

    And of a wordless hug she was in need

    We’d embrace in silent exchange

    To an onlooker it would seem strange

    But, we too understood each unspoken word

    For a conversation between souls doesn’t need to be heard

    Simona A. Brinson

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