Hidden – May 30, 2019

Doree Grief, life, poetry May 31, 2019June 24, 2019 1 Minute

I am no weakling

I will not break

At your silent quivers

Your thrown words.

Who you think I am,

Or want me to be?

This is me,

I am no weakling

Beckoned by your call.

My heart speaks

And I will hear her.

Maybe one day,

You will

Bask in the love

That has always been

me,

Hidden to you.

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Published May 31, 2019June 24, 2019

strengthnmyweakness says:

May 31, 2019 at 4:33 pm

Beautiful writing!

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1. Doree says:
  
  June 1, 2019 at 11:40 am
  
  Thank you ❤️
  
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sabaniazsiddique says:

June 1, 2019 at 9:21 am

Beautifully written as always 🙂🙂

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1. Doree says:
  
  June 1, 2019 at 11:40 am
  
  Thank you ❤️
  
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