Prickly is a word that could describe me; Doesn’t happen often – here inside of me
Isn’t very pretty; I can hardly stand me; Something inside; really wanting free.
To care for this aspect; it’s come to light; No longer need to hold so tight
Continue under the radar; still have fun; Even when grief filled from things over and done
I hear it in my voice; the way I talk; It’s calm and measured; I’m out of patience
Feeling inside like I matter not’ Want others to care; I think they ought
To know enough without being told; It’s really fear; I am not feeling bold
My legs have been prickly; like needles inside; Wailing comes out of me like somebody died.
I can love all I have created in life; Helps me put an end to strife
So much happens in such a short time; We have choices (in order to shine); I need to make mine
Share the emotion; so no overload; Listen inside; don’t let it take hold
Find new ways to let it flee free; Prickly sharing all responsibly.
No longer helpless; I can learn; Prickly is better than the slow burn
Pick up again where I left off; You tube, songs, cards, create so no cost.
So much inside; inside and out; some understand my fear and my doubt
I can move on; rest and relax; enjoy all I love, till I pass.
February 14 & 15, 2025
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