none see the real me
I hide behind a wall of poetry
woven,my writing and my meaning
deep in my heart pain passion rein
delusions are real,life a memory
I fear for being seen for what I am
in truth I am a gentle soul seeking acceptance
longing for love,physical touch
my shaded being so empty so loss
my shyness cripples my friendships
only in poetry am I free to be seen
free to say what I may
11 comments:
I hope one day that you will give yourself permission to know your true worth. We are all so very precious in this world and, we all matter. No matter who or what we are.
Your words are precious, they speak your truths. Keep writing.
Thank you my friend. Please let me know your URL at WP.
Melanie
Lovely words! Yes, keep writing :)
You are a precious spiritual being. You are here to shine forth for all to see. With one baby step at a time ... step out with wings of faith!
Thank you for the courage of sharing! :-)
Thank you Kirigapoththa,for sttoping by and reading my porm
Your comment becca means so much. I am a true believer and follow as such. I have a great belief of angels and the holy spirit. He is our friend in help and need.We can unload our selves to him.
Melanie
the purpose of poetry is well served,
it shall instil enough strength to spread wings like a champ, gradually, for the time "keep writing"!
aa, much thanks for your words.
Melanie
Your poem is a portrait of a meek and quiet spirit, unsure of how you fit in the world that often encourages outward type displays and shows of boldness. Sometimes I think those who are loud and always among the happening crowd to be the ones hiding from something. Write on!
By sharing your lovely poetry with our curious & greedy eyes, you are gaining more and more confidence.
Don't stop writing, your words are beautiful.
We are all friends in blogland :-)
Thank you for sharing.
I thoroughly enjoy reading your poetry; lovely words that speak to my heart. Thank you
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