A Declaration of Independence.

A Declaration of Independence.

A Poem by deer-heart

I shall not apologize for who I've become,
though you may throw spitballs and sparks.
I shall not be ashamed of all that I've done,
though you taunt me with shards of broken hearts.
No, not a smidge shall I deign to budge,
though clouds of letdown kick up at my feet.
I shall not bow down, let my frame be smudged
by the cost of a love that has grown bittersweet.

I am not sorry, nor will I ever be;
that is the long and short of me.
And if this you can't see, if you won't even try,
I'm afraid I must bid you a sad, sad... goodbye.

© 2009 deer-heart


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deer-heart
Comments&critique always welcome.

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Now that is A Declaration of Independence!
And bravo for you to feel that way!!! We never have to be put down, or abused, or used, or not appreciated!
This is telling it like it is! the only critique I would offer is....should you have no and not back to back...two "no's". It might be something to consider. I am not certain about it, but was something that I noted.
Sheila

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Now that is A Declaration of Independence!
And bravo for you to feel that way!!! We never have to be put down, or abused, or used, or not appreciated!
This is telling it like it is! the only critique I would offer is....should you have no and not back to back...two "no's". It might be something to consider. I am not certain about it, but was something that I noted.
Sheila

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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