She could never let me sleep.
That would put us
on equal footing
and allow me
to be fully awake
and aware.
Instead,
she would sneak into my room,
shake me awake
and cry loud, calculated tears
while I practiced
hiding my true feelings
and tried my hardest
to become a limp, gray rock
held barely out of reach.
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Such powerful writing.
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Thanks! Glad you liked it!
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:))
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Moving poem –
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Glad you liked it!
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Maranda, your writing is charged with much emotion and meaning. The lifeless, gray rock jumps out and urges others to intercede in a manner filled with grace and understanding.
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Thank you for your kind words ♥
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