My Life In Word

EPHPHATHA

 She had sworn off love
 Resigned to a life alone
 But then one day
 An Angel walked in
 And it was as if
 Jesus had placed his hand
 On her heart and said,
 "Ephphatha!" 
 —"Be opened!"—
 And immediately her heart
 Was opened again
 To the possibility of love
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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JOURNEY

 I am locked in a maze
 Of sadness and grief
 I don’t know when 
 I will find relief
 I take this journey
 Every February first
 It's both a blessing
 And a curse
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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RESIDES INSIDE

 He holds hidden sorrows
 Behind his eyes
 That no one can see
 From these sorrows
 He wished to be free
 But how can one be free
 Of what resides inside 
 A whole but shattered heart
 Shattered by lies
 And wolves disguised
 In love's clothing
 Though he may smile
 And laugh and jest
 They are just shields
 That help protect
 His bruised and battered heart
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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BLINDED

 I wanted him to love me
 But how could he
 When he didn’t even
 Love himself enough
 To climb out of the depths
 Of his own despair
 He was so blinded
 By his own depravity
 That he couldn’t see
 Or appreciate the love
 That stood before him 

Simona A Brinson

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INTO THE ABYSS

 My alarm clock rings
 I'm too tired to move
 I reach for my phone
 I tap the snooze
 I try to catch
 A few more winks
 But my mind
 Slowly sinks
 Into the abyss
 Where sorrow does kiss
 The light within my soul
 Eventually I fold
 And I rise
 In absolute despise
 Of the abyss
 And her morning kiss
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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FEBRUARY 2ND

 This second day isn't much better
 For I am a debtor
 To the grief that resides within
 I'm holding on by the hair
 Of my chinny-chin-chin
 Without a wolf in sight
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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WITHIN

 You wouldn’t know
 If I didn’t let you in
 The storm that brews within
 The depths of my very soul
 Dark and dank and cold
 This very first day of February
 Is more than drab and dreary
 It's the beginning of the end
 Of which I cannot mend
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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24 HOURS AWAY

 I don’t look forward
 To the month of February
 That month is quite
 Drab and dreary
 It's 24 hours away
 I wish I could
 Turn back the days
 But I cannot
 I must deal with the lot
 I've been dealt
 My heart of greenbelt
 Is about to turn brown
 And I will often wear a frown
 Though most won't even notice
 This sad, depressive poetess
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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HER EYES

Did she walk away

With light in her eyes

As she said her last goodbye?

After all, he was her forever guy

And for his love she once vied

Even though he made her cry

And told her lies

To sanitize

His demoralized

Love guise

There was a time

She thought she spied

A man of promise, who edified

And held her in high

Esteem, which intensified

Her desire to compromise

And even disguise

The manner in which he euthanized

The light behind her eyes

But as time went by

A friend and ally

From deep within

Who was strong and wise

Called out to her,

“Arise! Arise!

Oh, Butterfly!

And take to the sky!”

As self-love developed

The scales abscised

And she could finally see

The beauty of I

So yes, she walked away

With light in her eyes

As she said her last goodbye!

Simona A. Brinson

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