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Burning the Brightest

Contributed by yavrule on Monday, 4th October 2010 @ 03:05:11 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I may not be the talkative one,
I might not say I'm having fun.
I look upset, mad, or dumb
but on the inside I am a sun.

Some wonder why I do not speak
but would you?
If there was no one to hear,
No one to relate to after a day in silent hell.
For countless years I've done my time in this hell of mine,
though I could not say for what crime.
I could not say but now I'm free,
that's all that matters now

But still I am bowed,
Crippled yet lingering on.
Stuck trying to fix what broke long ago
A little at a time, not much farther to go.
and until that day I will hold my breath and take it,
I will bear my burden until it is gone,
It's the only real way for me to move on.

I've been lucky as of late,
For in the darkness a bright light shines.
Guiding me home, the thought is divine.

Before I am labeled as depressed and dead,
I have a disclaimer to place in my stead
For fear that those who care
may eventually turn their head.
The message is simple and might seem simply a lie:

When you cannot see it on my face,
and it seems as though the fire has gone out,
I really am burning the brightest inside.

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Copyright © yavrule ... [ 2010-10-04 15:05:11]
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Re: Burning the Brightest (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 4th October 2010 @ 06:41:15 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC.
This is a beautiful write.
Blessings,
emy

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