legacyA Poem by anne elizabeth
the daughters of angry men
will suffer again and again too much baggage to carry, too heavy to haul, their memories all shaded by the weight of it all the silence that's shouted, all the feelings left shrouded, suitcases are full, their closets are crowded achievements don't matter their self worth is shattered, their exhausted from trying, with confidence scattered their hearts always pleading 'please see me', 'please love me', their souls are imprinted by desperately needing a turn back in time to nurture the seed, to grow in the light, adored at first sight, to be little and loved with everything right to look up and feel finally, enough. © 2016 anne elizabeth |
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