Spit n Post- Flaws

by Maple Tree   Oct 11, 2012


I've written poems of love lost
and blessings of nature, but now
I face the demise of looking into
a mirror and seeing the breakdown
of a woman who hides within the trees.

I hide secrets of loneliness and depressive
anger, leaving me silent often and yet
its created me to be as patient as a soul
can be.

If I were to try and tell the world how
many times I've cried over disappointment
and trusting others so much that it left
me bleeding, naked upon a roadside,
left to die, I would assume, the faces
would be as blank as my mind is right
now writing this poem.

Truth is the darkness of that night and the
scar that reminds me of the pain are
the beauty marks of survival and you
always know who I am because of the
markings I bare, each day as I grow older.

My beauty is greater than all the pain I've
choked on since the day of sixteen,
and as my mid-forties sing of gravity
and middle age spots, I'll always know
I'm a precious soul, because I've lived
to write this poem and what it takes
to have the guts to share it.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Well done Maple for this win, you really put it all into this which is really brave of you because I know you like hiding some parts of you and your life.

    I love how you took this challenge and made this from it. Well done and I hope you felt great after writing this and sharing it.

  • 11 years ago

    by MyHalozChokinMe

    I love this poem Andrea.

    I like how the first stanza, (in my mind, of course,) set the tone for what I was about to read:
    "I face the demise of looking into
    a mirror and seeing the breakdown
    of a woman who hides within the trees"

    (The trees was a dead give away btw :P)

    I don't want to break down any of this poem, I think each stanza accomplished what it needed to. The reader knows exactly what you meant to say and for me, each pulled emotion from me.

    I think you're an inspiration to writers, and most probably an inspiration to those who are lucky enough to have you in their lives.

    "I'll always know
    I'm a precious soul, because I've lived
    to write this poem and what it takes
    to have the guts to share it."

    You my dear, have more guts than I. =)

    I'll end my rambling and leave with this:

    This was a solid piece, and only increased the admiration that I've developed towards your poems and you as a woman, thank you for sharing.

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