Poetry

I know

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that things are different with you as I look into my reflection and see someone else staring back at me.

This woman has a sadness around her that I just don’t know how she could hide it so well everyday.

That smile that comes out and shines so bright that it blinds everyone so that they won’t look close enough to see the real her.

I know that she has true moments of happiness and joy and fun and she loves the life she lives.

But, she has a darkness that follows her around just waiting for her to let her guard down and it always strikes when she is the most relax and happy.

It knows that she can and will get through the struggle it throws at her but, it also knows that if she doesn’t trip over life sometimes she won’t appreciate the little things that fall into her lap.

So, I know she doesn’t see who she truly is right now but I know that soon hopefully she will see who she is supposed to be and run as hard as she can to become that woman and once accomplished.

I hope she not ever let her go for her future will be so much better and bright with her by her side.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.

1 thought on “I know”

  1. cm writes – Joplin, MO – A lifelong desire of mine has been to write. As a child I wrote, even though it needed some pizzazz; but as a child, my abilities were very limited as you can imagine. Every person has much to learn, and I did that along the road to adulthood. I sure wish I kept them so I could us them for other posts. Fool that I am, I destroyed them. There were diaries through childhood abuse, tossed out. I guess that they served their purpose. Diaries I also kept through 2 abusive marriages and where are they now? They have all been destroyed, but yet I love to write. I guess that I didn't see any reason to keep them at the time, but as I write now, I can see the true value of them, precious. Here it is, the year 2025, and I stand transformed—a woman who has found her own voice and risen above the events that once shaped her. They have not defined me; instead, they became the ground from which my voice has finally risen. I have written six books. Had I clung to those diaries, I might have remained in the memories, circling them endlessly. But I did not stay there. I rose from them, and in rising, I found my voice at last.
    cm writes says:

    I just loved “I know” and “Only” It’s painful to lose a friendship or a love because they don’t care to take a real look, a personal look at you.

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