I am still hurt by the way you left ,
Lies so easily webbed ,
Theft of my pride , though I’m glad it left..
Hurt is a new shirt that I wear , invisible to the rest.
So many were around , and there were none
That’s how you know where the real ones stand
Sad and Dreary , Hurt and Shunned Completely
Oh What A Mess! My Head and Heart
Such Duress!
I am still angry by the way you disappeared ,
Closed your eyes, pretended I wasn’t there .
Laughter and Scorn, I felt it in the air ;
Thank God ! There is a Man upstairs.
I am still here and in repair ,
Keeping my distance , not that you care .
Agenda is everyone’s game ,
I don’t want to play .
I am still happy, grateful, and blessed .
Some would never understand ,
Their heart is such a mess .
And honestly, put to the test..they could not stand it all for a sec!
I am still beauty – inside and outside ,
Though you say I’ve been dirtied
That was just smoke clouds .
See the air rising,
Clearing a new morn,
Out steps a Woman,
Completely Reborn
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