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Stepping Inside Myself
Contributed by
Justalady
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Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 01:06:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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As I awoke to face the day once more,
I had this need to open my inner door.
So carefully, I shut out the world that surrounded me,
stepped inside the part of me it doesn't see.
I see friendly faces, within the confines of my mind,
hear voices that are surprisingly soft and kind.
I don't need my eyes to see the light inside,
or ears to hear the whispers, or words spoken in pride.
A few emotions further and I entered into my heart,
this place where each day...my life has a brand new start.
It's beating chambers at times way over filled,
with feelings sometimes warm, other times chilled.
The only time the world sees what I carry in here,
are the times my poems reflect dread and fear.
Other times, I step outside and put on a different face,
one with the look of contentment, in my worldly place.
so why today, this need to step within,
as just like yesterday, a brand new day I did begin?
I think it's because I don't want to forget what's left of me inside,
when my emotions and my world...sometimes do collide.
Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
8/12/2002
Copyright ©
Justalady
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2004-04-24 13:06:42]
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Re: Stepping Inside Myself
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by Wicked on
Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 01:38:54 PM AEST
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well written poem. good work.
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Re: Stepping Inside Myself
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 05:00:13 PM AEST
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I think we all do this occasionally, at least I do. Sometimes it is just nice to go inside and find the memories of the past that make me happy. The ones that gave me strength. Remember the ones that imparted wisdom and the times of sheer exhiliration in my life. Sometimes on rainy days I inspect the darker parts and see If I can retint the outlook a bit. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Marvelous write here.
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