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"a poet's tears"
by theusedpoet (2005-02-02.00) |
sipping peppermint tea she realizes that she woke up. realizes that maybe life isn't about the sunshine and roses.
maybe it is about the fear. about the trials. about the falls.
she's fallen a lot.
doesn't know how she manages to get up. but she does. she does. and it's expected. by her. by those around her. those that don't even know her. they can see it in her eyes. the strength. the endurance. the stamina.
she doesn't question it anymore.
but today as she holds a cold face cloth to her face to mop up the soggy tears threatening to burn a hole in her soul. today she doesn't know. doesn't have faith in her strength. in her spirit.
there have been too many lies up to now. no one in her corner. really in her corner.
they all don't know her.
she barely knows herself.
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