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  • A POEM A DAY 17

    A POEM A DAY 17

    January 9, 2021

    BECAUSE FEAR SAID

    one day you’re gonna die without ever having lived

    you’d rather hide in a life deprived

    of life’s simple pleasures

    such as loving freely

    jumping ramps and popping wheelies

    tracing figure eights

    on roller skates

    and rolling in the sand

    or walking hand-in-hand

    with that girl, you know the one

    that got away because fear said run

    she’s getting, too close

    and instead of leaping into her soul

    you simply froze

    you played it safe, she walked away

    what a price to pay

    because you chose to stay

    in a life deprived

    one day you’re gonna die without ever having lived

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 16

    A POEM A DAY 16

    January 8, 2021

    A PEEK

     I'd walk a thousand miles
     Just to take a peek
     I wouldn’t utter a sound
     I wouldn’t even speak
     I'd only wish my eyes to see
     Your beauty aged by time
     Then I'd fade away unwillingly
     Back into the sublime
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 15

    A POEM A DAY 15

    January 7, 2021

    SHE CARRIED

    The things she carried: His brokenness. His darkness. His abuse. Physical. Sexual. Psychological. The weight of his words – Careless. Daggered. Cleverered. Unspoken. His insecurities. His infidelities. His fractures. His fissures. His busted ego. His lack of integrity. His false bravado. His cruelty. His lack. His oppression. His deprivation. His banal existence. His infantile masculinity. She was so bogged down with all his baggage that she was incapable of carrying her own. So before you judge her, consider the things she carried.    Simona A. Brinson

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  • HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A DRAGONFLY?

    HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A DRAGONFLY?

    January 7, 2021

    Have you ever seen a dragonfly?

    I have.

    It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. That dragonfly soared to heights previously unknown. They were beyond grasp. Unattainable. Not because of self-limitations but by other’s constraints. But Lord, when she spread her wings — if you could have only seen that DRAGONFLY!

    I had initially written a poem called Dragonfly for a friend who was going through a difficult time. At the time, she wasn’t ready to receive the message. However, an opportunity presented itself to share it with another. I shared it with a co-worker. And the story, as I remember it goes a little something like this…

    One morning I was sitting at my desk, and I just happened to look over toward her office. Something was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. So, I sat there observing, my eyes scanning the confines of her 10×10 in search of what it was. Everything was in the same place as it was the day before. There were no new pictures or decorations. The only thing that appeared to be visually different was that it was brighter.

    Still a bit perplexed, I walked into her office and asked, “Did you change something in your office?” She looked around, then said that she had not. I said, “It’s brighter in here. Did you get a new light bulb put in?” Again, she replied, “No.” At this point, she is looking at me like I had lost a bit of my mind. I explained to her why I was asking. I said, “I thought something changed because it is so much brighter in here today, even you look different.” In a moment of unfettered exchange, she shared with me that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. She said this was the first time in years she felt like herself. I stood up from the chair from which I was seated, extended my hand, and said to her, “Well, Eileen, it is nice to finally meet you!” The expression on her face was one of sheer joy and gratitude. Her smile engulfed her face. Her brightness grew even brighter, bursting into the fibers of my soul. She said, “Thank you. It’s is nice to meet you, too.” At that moment, we became friends.

    It was her; she was the change. She was the shining light. Her aura was beaming. She had always had dark circles around her eyes;  they were gone. It was as if someone had photoshopped them from her face. Dark circles come from fatigue. Merriam-Webster defines fatigue as weariness or exhaustion from labor, exertion, or stress.  She was weary, exhausted, and stressed from the laborious effort she was putting into an unhealthy relationship. When she freed herself from the confines of that relationship, she blossomed. She had set free the essence of HER!

    After this exchange with her, I knew what I would be sharing with her for Christmas, which was about two weeks away. Dragonfly!

    my life in word - Dragonfly
    Photo by Simona A. Brinson

    I am pretty sure we cried. Her, because I saw her. I know I did because I am a water-bag when it comes to seeing people grow and evolve. I told her that I wanted to experience what life had waiting for her. The year came and went. A few weeks before Christmas, I sat at her desk with a sticky pad and made bullet point notes of her new life. Her Christmas present from me: Dragonfly, Too.

    my life in word - dragonfly-too
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    To see her transformation was mesmerizing. I had watched her mature before my eyes. This maturity came from change. With that change came self-realization. Self-realization was the result of her mental and emotional maturity. For the first time in a long time, she had a clarity of vision and thought. She began to self-reflect.  Her image of self became uninhibited. She was finally able to see beyond the limitations and the mundane things of this world. She had allowed herself the dive into the vastness of her mind. The depth of her character expanded. I saw in her power and poise that I hadn’t seen before. She began to navigate her life with such grace and elegance, like that of a ballerina skillfully navigating the stage. A pure display of the power of self-love!

    She is the reason that I chose a dragonfly as my logo. I had not understood the impact of my words until experiencing this moment with her. It opened my eyes to the notion of using my words to effect change in others. I mean, not only did she soar, she even got a dragonfly tattoo. Although I haven’t seen her in many years, a part of her resides inside of me. I will always be thankful for that moment of authenticity that we shared. Thank you, Dragonfly! Keep flying!

    Food For Thought: Sometimes in order to heal we have to let things go. What are you holding onto? What do you need to free yourself of? A person? A place? A thing? A job? What is it in your life that has you in bondage, chained and fettered to the ground, unable to soar?

    Names changed to protect the privacy of individuals. I chose Eileen because it means shining bright light.

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  • A POEM A DAY 14

    A POEM A DAY 14

    January 6, 2021

    I DON’T CRY ANYMORE

    You were my best friend.

    My sister.

    My soul mate.

    God created you for me.

    But I refuse to be abused

    By your words and by your actions

    Though they came from a place

    Of hurt and insecurity.

    There is, was and never will be

    An excuse for the way you treated me.

    Cast aside as if I were just some

    Somebody you knew in passing.

    You knew the depths of my soul

    Or at least I thought you did.

    There is no adhesive that can ever repair

    The irreparable tears in my heart

    Shattered.

    Bruised.

    But I don’t cry anymore

    Because I finally let it go

    Though I have forgiven you

    I know now

    That I can only love you from afar.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 13

    A POEM A DAY 13

    January 5, 2021

    IN THE VALLEY

     In the valley I have walked
     In the valley I have died
     In the valley I have lived
     In the valley I have cried
     In the valley I have sown
     In the valley I have reaped
     In the valley I have crawled
     In the valley I have leaped
     In the valley I have shinned
     In the valley I have crept
     In the valley I have dimmed
     In the valley I have slept
     In the valley I was never alone
     In the valley HIS light still shone
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 12

    A POEM A DAY 12

    January 4, 2021

    LEAP

     For so long you've walked loves tightrope
     Hoping you wont fall, hoping against hope
     In search of a heart much like your own
     But with each attempt you're tossed and thrown
     Into the abyss of shattered dreams
     Where you can hear the silent screams
     Of long ago and forsaken love
     My friend, take heed and rise above
     The lowly depths of love's despair
     Because your someday someone is just over there
     With just a few more steps and maybe a leap
     You'll embrace the love you're meant to keep
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 11

    A POEM A DAY 11

    January 3, 2021

    jOURNEY WITHIN

    I long to explore your world
    Your hideaways and hidden doors
    Your stained-glass windows
    And hardwood floors
    I want to take each stair
    One step at a time
    So that you may feel
    As I cautiously climb
    Into the light
    Of your precious soul
    So that I may see
    Your pieces in whole
    After I’ve explored
    Your soft insides
    I want to peruse
    Your earthy outsides
    Walk barefooted
    Through your blades of grass
    Hoping you will allow
    This stranger’s trespass
    As I run through your orchard
    Feeling crispness of air
    And delighting in the juices
    Of your sun-kissed pears
    I want to walk the path
    To that old banyan tree
    Just to read the wisdom
    Upon its leaves
    I hope someday
    You will invite me in
    For then my journey
    Will truly begin
     
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 10

    A POEM A DAY 10

    January 2, 2021

    NEW DECOR

     Pieces and parts
     Of my broken heart
     Lie scattered on the floor
     They're right where you left them
     In chaos and mayhem
     As part of my home's new décor
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 9

    A POEM A DAY 9

    January 1, 2021

    MY VOICE

    I lost myself in you

    To the point of not knowing

    Where you stopped and I began

    I mean, I literally lost myself in you

    To the point of eating mint chocolate chip

    When I prefer butter pecan  

    Mint chocolate chip

    Was your flavor of choice

    But I lost myself in you

    I gave you my voice

    I lessened myself

    To make you feel taller

    I lessened myself

    I made myself smaller

    So small that I began to evaporate

    In order to stroke and satiate

    Your pubescent-like ego

    I let myself go  

    But today I choose

    To sever the ties

    To set aside

    All of your lies

    Today, I revoke

    Every word that you spoke

    And as your voice wanes

    In rapid decline

    I feel the power

    In the voice that is mine  

    Simona A. Brinson

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