February 26, 2019

February 26, 2019

A Poem by Gracynn

Somehow I thought I had a choice,
I told myself I owned my voice.
Silly to think I could decide,
But really I should just abide.

I fight and fight for what?
Everyday I'm in this rut.
Giving in is too hard,
Instead I keep my heart on guard.

© 2019 Gracynn


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guarding our heart is a full time job with much overtime....and we pay in apathetic splendor...not being able to let ourselves love...the past can be a mean sentry.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


You are entitled to speak your mind and stand up for yourself. Never let anyone upset you or put you down. You are you, unique and perfect.

Posted 5 Years Ago


You live in a democracy, of course, you don't own your voice.
Ruts are just a brick wall to smash through. Power to the wrecking ball for freedom.

Posted 5 Years Ago


You DO have a voice and a choice... catch a breath.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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