Connie Marie Underwood

by Cinnamonspice   Aug 6, 2011


Connie Marie Underwood

Born into a world of wonder Aug 7th 1993
a magical place as I exploded my surrounding
under the watchful eye of my parents.

Too soon I discovered I was living in the shadow
of two perfect brothers.. Due to my strong will
and independence problems arose within the family

Strict rules and regulations were bestowed on me
by my father, a vice cop with very old fashion
ideas of what a girl should do. I was his test and confusion.

Two sisters arrived within years of my birth .Now we are
a family of 7. Like a witches brew, the pot is stirred by
multiple personalities.

I started working before graduation as a receptionist in
a dental office another means of escape from the tyrant I
call father.

Lucky for me music, and poetry cover me in romance
and dreams of what could be. Living happily through
verse and rhyme.

Solitude shelters me in the mountains where I live
hiking high above frustration. Surrounded by
animals and the earths landscape painting.

A simply life, for a simple soul. I love nature
and all it offers. Dreams of being a writer and
finding that special someone. <3 that's me :-)

"written for a club project "

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  • 12 years ago

    by HiddenFromView

    This saddens and inspires all at once good work Connie.

  • 12 years ago

    by Exostosis

    You forgot to mention that your smile makes the world brighter ^^,

    lLOL, beautiful piece.

  • 12 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Excellent write, Thanks for allowing us a peek through your window!!!

  • 12 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Lucky for me music, and poetry cover me in romance
    and dreams of what could be. Living happily through
    verse and rhyme.

    ^^

    Indeed we are the lucky ones to have this escape:)

    Reading your words gave me a very peaceful feeling inside, like I was looking into another world, where all is as it should be....very nice work!

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 12 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    That was meant to be you couldnt ** sorry