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A Poem by Beth Sullivan
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When everything falls into place,

Everything slows down

you hold your stomach tighter

You feel your skin smooth

And fall to the floor

Stop to think, take a lesson

Give yourself a chance to know who you are

Everything behind you is now destroyed

You did this yourself, mess maker

Now go cry under your tree

© 2011 Beth Sullivan


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I love this because its inner-dialouge. Its real hard to do in poetry, If I am getting this right the person is feeling sorry for themselves and they are steeling themself so they can endure... The phrase Cry under your tree, is so significant because a good cry can often clense away the hurt, or the anguish one feels.
I believe this is a remarkable write and an excellent poem. Its going in my favorites.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 25, 2011
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