My Life In Word

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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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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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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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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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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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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REMEMBER WHEN

 Steal away with me
 Back to when
 Love was fresh and new
 When greens were green
 And blues were blue
 When fragrance filled the air
 Like a heavy morning dew
 Back to when
 You loved me
 And I loved you 
 
 Back in the days of 
 Remember when
 We laid in bed 
 And skin met skin
 With hearts at peace
 Engrossed in Zen
 I remember when
 Before you walked away
 And hurt walked in 

Simona A. Brinson