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by Judi P.
She was exhausted with the effort.
that part of herself that was once her self
had somehow disappeared.
So she pretended, and smiled, and tried to attend,
but it was difficult
because the part of herself
that remembered her self
was screaming.
And she could no longer hear
anything but the deafening sound of the scream. Aaahhh.
1 comment:
There have definitely been times in my life when I can relate to this poem, and when you can't hear anything but the sound of your inner most self screaming. A very good sign that you are not following the life you are meant for.
thank you for posting this.
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